Page 36 of The Diávolos: Part Two
Joke’s on me. It’s still insane.
11
EVANDER
“The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.”
—Henny Youngman
Angelica and I are getting married.
Reality sinks in.We’re fucking getting married—butit’s not the result of her being so deeply in love with me that she can’t spare another minute without me. Or because I went down on one knee and asked her to be my wife.
No. It’s all a fucking ploy to get to her father. After her reaction to my proposal, I’m not even sure Angelica will ever be willing to forgive me.
Does it make me ridiculous to be angry about an ideaIcame up with? Yes. But I don’t give a flying fuck.
After a long night of laying out plans with the brothers, all I want to do is drink some ouzo and go to bed.
I pour myself a generous glass and drink it all in one quick swig.
When I walk into the bathroom, I place both hands on the countertop and look at my left hand, devoid of the ring that will soon be there, and I curse internally. I should be happy thatAngelica is finally going to be my wife, but this is not how I intended things to go. I was counting on the year I spent being patient to be enough to bring her back to me.
I step into the shower and let the scalding hot water burn my thoughts and sorrows away, but I’m assaulted with the image of Angelica on her knees, a look of despair on her face. And fuck do I ever want to stick my hardening cock down her throat, far enough to watch her almost puke on it.
I grab onto the hardened rod with reluctance. I don’t fucking want to be doing this, but I have to get that fresh memory out of my head.
Tugging on the length in an assaulting pace, I almost wince at how hard I'm squeezing my dick. I need this to be quick.
My balls tingle from my imminent release, and I move even faster, soon exploding onto my hand and tile floor. But I still don’t feel any better.
The next morning, I go for a run for the first time in a long while. One positive thing to come out of the disaster that was yesterday is that I feel more motivated to get back into it.
When I step out of my building and I’m hit with frozen cold air, I turn on my heels and book it down the road, letting the wind take me.
An hour and twelve miles later, I walk back into my apartment, sweaty and exhausted as fuck. It’s so fucking cold in Antium in the winter, I’m surprised I didn’t get frostbite.
As I’m removing my gloves, my watch vibrates from an incoming call.
I pick up without checking the caller ID.
“What?”
“Hi to you, too,” Dion says, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.
I scowl at him even though he can’t see me. “What do you want?”
“I want to give you shit for being an absolute dick right now, but there’s a problem and we need you back in Cebrene again,” Dion explains.
My slowing heart rate speeds up again. “What kind of problem?”
“It’s Academia. It burned down.”
My ears start ringing, and I squeeze my eyes shut. So much for my run taking off any tension I had because it’s back like it never left. “Say that again.”
“It happened last night. I just got a call from a detective on site. The building was set on fire after everyone had left, so there are no casualties, but it’s gone,afentikó.”
This has to be a sick joke. I rub my forehead several times before I open my mouth to respond. Dion stays quiet, waiting for me to talk. “Who did this?”
