[ featured @mystery @romance @dangerouslove ]
Caprice del Fuego is the untouchable queen. She is rich, smart, and fierce but what she wants the most is freedom. When her grandmother offered her a deal, she accepted. And she will do anything to win...
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F O R T Y | a million gray areas—
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Sweat broke out on my forehead, falling down my neck, and absorbed into my navy green shirt. The humid atmosphere added fuel to the boiling sensation in my chest. Digging my fingernails into my palm, I took a step forward.
"Let go of her," I demanded in a clipped tone.
The man scoffed. Half of his face was hidden with a black mask as his crimson hair waved from the harsh wind coming from the broken window. He dropped the girl on the hard floor making me cringe.
His eyes darkened in delight after seeing my reaction. He brought a hand up to his lips, making his silver accessories rattle. "Señorita del Fuego is not on my list though I had fun with her."
My muscles went rigid. I instantly cast my eyes downwards to my best friend's motionless body, dreadfully searching for any signs of life. When she groaned in pain, I almost sighed in relief but I didn't.
Because Caprice was soaked in blood. Her beautiful face was sliced with a hundred jagged cuts... I couldn't even begin to describe it as my throat scorched. Anger bubbled up through my blood.
"Who the fuck are you?" I roared in wrath, pointing my gun at him.
"Don't get angry, Indiana Zobel," the man said, though his words were muffled that made it hard for me to determine his real voice."You're also not on my list."
I fired consecutively at the man, wanting to run a bullet through his fucking face. But he crouched and rolled to hide against a pillar, a chuckle erupting from his throat. "Your anger is misplaced!"
"Shut up!"
"I merely follow orders!"
The bullets ran out and the man's voice was becoming softer as he ran away. "Wait!"
I moved to follow him when Caprice gasped, her fingers twitching against the blood on her face. Shit!
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I gasped and woke up because of my fucking nightmares again. Shaking my head in utter disbelief, I rummaged through the drawers of my bedside table and found a cigarette. I lit it up and strutted towards the balcony of my room.
The morning air was freezing but I didn't mind. It was better than going back to sleep and seeing the monster's face.
I shook the image away and poured my focus on consuming the stick of nicotine between my lips.
It had been eight years since Aeon died and Caprice's pretty face was ruined. I tried to find the man and even asked Caprice for details but she immediately shut down. Seeing Aeon's dead body didn't help her so I kept quiet. I acted like I had moved on when the truth was... that man still haunted me.
