Page 57 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Ignoring the piercing hurt sliding through my veins at her considering other people family while having little regard for me, I nod, wishing to bring peace to this place. I don’t want anyone’s death on my conscience.

“Well, then I have the perfect solution.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything.”

And when she does tell me… I wish I’d never made such a promise.

Because her request is so hideous and outrageous I should run away.

Instead, I agree.

For life has punished my sister enough, and she deserves a little bit of happiness.

Maybe the time has come for me to sacrifice myself in the name of family.

The saying is correct after all.

Be careful what you wish for.

Because it has a tendency to come true.

Remi

Raising my hand high, I press the trigger several more times, firing bullets up in the air. I want to alert them to my presence, because my leather shoes are soundless on the perfectly cut grass surrounding Lachlan’s vast property.

He acquired this three-level mansion two years ago. Apparently, it stands on an enormous, empty tract of land, according to the report I downloaded on the way here. The fucker never comes into the city, and the only reason he bothered to buy this place was to show us his power.

He might be the king of New York, but Chicago belongs to us.

We hate each other and despise each other’s ways; in addition, we find each other outrageous and difficult to deal with. Lachlan and his fucking rules bore us to death as we thrive in chaos and bask in the freedom it creates.

He, on the other hand, rules his kingdom with an iron fist, and while the men loyal to him could rival him in strength and power, we all know who the leader is among them.

After all, they all are indebted to him, and this creates the kind of loyalty that lasts a lifetime.

Then again, he deals with young psychos on the brink of insanity, gathering them from all over the country and teaching them ways to channel their anger into something more useful than losing their heads.

Like killing fuckers who deserve it and, in this, facing their past. Those who fail to do so, he ends quickly.

Every monster knows the one absolute golden rule.

If the head is gone… the person will be destroyed for their desire for blood, and the pain would hurt those around them.

What cannot be controlled, cannot be cured.

Lachlan has my respect for doing the devil’s work, and that’s about it. I’ve played nice long enough with the whole Amalia thing.

Changing the clip in my gun, I aim at the marble statue representing Zeus and smirk when it shatters into thousands of little pieces, destroying the artist’s work in mere seconds.

The god of thunder always has inspired hatred in me, because his values and actions remind me those are his.

The man who denied me life and my birthright the minute I took my first breath.

A powerful creature who plays with people’s destinies as he sees fit with no regard to their feelings as long as he stays on top.

He didn’t even spare his own daughter.

“Ah, what disrespect toward my art.” A deep voice pulls me from the memories threatening to crush my sanity, and I look ahead to see Lachlan emerge from the mansion, his metal cane glistening in the light. “I expected better from you, Remi.”

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