[ 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 - F O U R | scars and sinners—
C A P R I C E
Colt came back three days later.
He was okay. Every part of him was intact. There weren't scars on his face despite the blood that soaked his shirt.
But as much as I want to be satisfied with that, I couldn't. Because it wasn't his physical state that worried me the most.
Colt spent three hours in the shower again. I didn't know what he was doing. I pressed my ear to the bathroom door. But I heard nothing. After that, he shut himself in the bedroom the whole day.
I didn't know what to do. I was clueless about comforting people so I focused on cooking dinner. A simple cream of mushroom soup. I went to his room with a bowl in my hand and hoped he would open up to me.
I saw him on the floor, half-naked and staring blankly at the window as he smoked. An empty whiskey bottle and crushed cigarette packs littered the space between his legs.
My heart clenched. I set the soup on the bedside table and sat next to him. "Please tell me this wouldn't break you," I began. "Because I don't know what to do."
Colt put out his roll-up and hoisted me to the bed. Our limbs entangled with each other as he raised himself above me. His eyes were glossy as he croaked out his next words."I need you."
"I'm here."
"Do you love me?" Colt pressed on as if my answer didn't appease him. He gripped my hand and brought it to a scar near his lip. "This one... I received it because of Roy. He was a teenager I met in the orphanage when I was 11. He dared me to steal the gun of one of the guys that frequent Arci's bar. I did it so he would stop picking on the kids. And you know who I stole the gun from? From Ricardo Paloma. He is called Patron. The general who rides a red steed. He thought I was amusing so he threatened my mother and made me work for him."
Colt moved my hand to the large scar on his thigh. "He gave me this when I refused to follow. The sharp end of his cane dug in my flesh until all I wanted to do was to cut my own leg off."
"Colt..." I started. The edge of my eyes heat up and I didn't know if I could take more of this. It was excruciating. The kind of pain that ruined you from the inside. The one where you wished you were dead.
"But no, I survived. And the first person I killed gave me this." He yanked my fingers to his heart.
"What?" I frowned, peering at the smooth skin of his chest.
"Patron wanted me to kill him and take his place. But Jose refused and took his life in front of my eyes."
Tears flowed down my cheeks. My fingers quivered against his hot skin.
