Page 143 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

“I’ll handle it and will bring him home,” Santiago informs me, and I shake my head, making him arch his brow. “Objections?”

“I need to see him. He will hurt himself.”

“Nothing new,” Florian muses, finishing his drink in one gulp and then twisting the glass in his hand. “Remi’s emotions are unpredictable right now. Whoever stands in his way will inevitably get hurt.”

“And we cannot let him hurt you. Because then he will go insane,” Santiago concludes and grins at his wife through the tension. She comes closer to him, rubbing his chest as she gives me a concerned stare. “Respect his wish, forgive his temper, and just wait for him to show up. We will get him.”

Anger boils my blood, fury washing over me and wrapping tightly around me at their advice, because that’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.

Waited and waited for fate to give me Amalia back, for private investigators to do their job and change something.

Waiting was a permanent fixture in my life for so long I no longer wish to do so.

Sitting on my ass brought me a twin who wants nothing to do with me.

My husband resides in darkness, where any wrong move might send him into a spiral of madness so deep and sadistic it will tear up his soul.

And I won’t let that happen.

He is a monster, yes, but he is my monster, so I’m going to do something for myself for once in this life.

Choose the man everyone warns me to stay away from.

“No,” I reply, and the men drill their stares into me. “I’m his wife. I have a right to be with my husband right now, and you will take me to him.” I point a finger at Santiago. “Because he is your best friend, and right now, I’m the only who can calm him down.”

A muscle twitches in his jaw, and something crosses his face. I know he is about to say something mean, when Briseis whispers to him, “Mi amor?” He looks at her as they share a moment. “If it was you and Remi kept me away from you…?”

He flexes his arm around her waist, bringing her closer, and she traces her fingers over his neck.

I’m ready to hug Briseis when he pulls his gaze away from her and nods at me. “I’ll take you with me.” I sigh in relief but then tense when he adds, “But if you decide to leave him after this… nothing will save you from my wrath. Be very sure, Penelope. Because after tonight, you’ll have no illusions about who you married.”

These words should scare me, but instead, they make my heart bleed.

My monster is in agony, as destiny dealt him a shitty hand, and as ironic as it sounds, I’m the only person who really understands him.

My parents loved me, and Sofia must have loved Remi… but their love didn’t save us from a tortured reality. Instead, their love served as poison in our blood, bringing pain that nothing could cure us from.

So no matter what I will see tonight, I will not leave him.

At least not because of this.

God help me.

Remi

Picking up the wraps from the bench, I tie them around my hands one by one, the white, spotless cloth contrasting with my tan skin that will soon be soaked in the blood of my opponents.

The AC buzzes soundly through the space, cooling my hot bare chest as I gaze in the mirror and study my deadly reflection.

And hate myself with every fiber of my being right in this moment, because my cruelty that knows no bounds struck my own wife.

I called her a captive after I’ve done everything in my power to prove to her otherwise, and the look of pain on her face followed me all the way here. I can’t wipe it away from my brain, the beast in me roaring in displeasure and wishing to soothe her.

However, that’s a luxury I can’t afford in this moment while rage ricochets through my entire system, urging me to rip away at someone so it won’t turn into self-destruction.

And then another face flashes in my mind, and I lean on the sink, gripping the basin so hard it might break.

Sofia Carrington.

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