Ireland and her

chapter 13- Not an Army.... A horde part 4 (final part)

-Charlotte's POV-

 I remembered the time in Chicago, the time my brother Patrick murdered my lover, Jackson.

-Chicago, 1922-

"then choose Charlotte, him or me?" Patrick asked, looked at him and then at Jackson.

"that's what I thought, now get in the truck" he says, I hung my head low and then looked at Patrick

"Goodbye Patrick" I said and turned to Jackson, at that moment Jackson dropped to the ground, my brother stood there with Jackson's heart in his hand.

"I said get in the truck" he says gritting his teeth.

so I did.

-end-

My dear brother Patrick was slightly paranoid, but I still loved him. he did everything to protect me.

People used to say Patrick Gregor had the strength of an Army, that he was a beast who murdered for entertainment.

But my brother did have feelings, his first instinct was to defend his blood. My brother fights for power, as do all of you.

Villagers would say he had the strength of an army.

Patrick Gregor was truly a monster, a vicious paranoid monster who had the strength of one hundred thousand men. An army? you ask.

I will tell you once again, not an army..........................................

A HORDE

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alright so that's end of the Not an Army a horde parts.

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