Page 19 of Buried in Blood

What the fuck is happening?

Iwait for what feels like an eternity. Still no sign of Damien.

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Damien

“Hello, brother,” I greet Dante. He used to think of me as a brother, but clearly, we aren’t blood. His brotherly treatment meant nothing.

“Damien.” He nods.

“Call me “Midas”.” I smile.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I want to know if we can come to a truce of sorts…” I keep my demeanor calm and non-threatening. For now. He tilts his head to the side, studying me.

“We can talk.” He moves to the side and allows me to step into his home. Immediately, I start scanning for her. Brooke. He must have taken her.

“What kind of truce?” His arms are crossed over his chest, asserting his so-called power in his own home. Fucking pathetic.

“I won’t come for your family, or your friends… if you stay away from The Orchard.”

He laughs.

“That’s not a fucking compromise, Damien. Oh sorry. I mean,Midas,” he says in a sarcastic voice, rolling his eyes.

“It is. You have no idea what I’m fucking capable of, Dante. I could fucking destroy you.”

“Then fucking do it,” his voice is harsh. Full of anger and emotion. How weak.

I give him an evil smile before leaving him with one final statement.

“I already have.”

I turn to leave.

He has no idea how much I have done to destroy him. I just want to make sure he knows before I kill that motherfucker.

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Dante

What the fuck does that mean? He already destroyed me. Yeah fucking right. I know that he thinks he has gotten under my skin, but he hasn’t.

Yeah, I think that him sacrificing and selling people is fucked up, but he doesn’t bother me. I will save the people that he has doomed to a life of Hell.

They don’t deserve it. Only fucking rats deserve death. That’s exactly what Damien is. A fucking rat.

My fists clench at my sides as I watch Damien approach the front door to exit. I have to fucking ask him.

“Wait,” I say. My words echo around us.

He pauses, slowly turning on his heel towards me. A smile brighter than the fucking sun greets me.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

I clench my jaw, nearly breaking my teeth.