Page 13 of Something Blue

And I want her.

And I will make sure that I get her.

The coffee is dark and sweet, and it filters away the last of my nightmares.

Sunday mornings are the most quiet mornings of my week. My phone doesn’t ring, and no one is asking anything of me. It’s also the loneliest mornings of my week.

My penthouse in the city overlooks the vast expanse of buildings, networks of streets filled with ant like people far belong, hurrying from one place to another. I can see people, I can hear the cars and the life around me - but I am alone.

I’ve always felt this sense of departure from my brothers and sister. They live in a different world from me - a world un-abandoned - a world in which they have found love.

It’s all I want at the end of the day. That unconditional love.

From Neve.

My phone rings and I narrow my eyes in annoyance. Who is calling me? What do they want?

For fuck sakes. I am not in the mood to deal with Mas right now.

“I’m downstairs, open up.” He demands as soon as I answer the call.

My jaw clenches. He acts like he owns everyone.

Pressing the keypad near the front door I snap back. “It’s open.”

He hangs up and I return to staring out across the views from my balcony.

I could push Mas over the side and say it was an accident. I chuckle.

Perhaps I’ll save that for another day.

Mas walks into my penthouse like he owns the place, dumping his keys on the entrance table and walking straight into the kitchen to make himself a coffee.

“Morning.” I say sarcastically.

“We need to talk.” He replies coldly, using hisI’m the oldest, and that automatically puts me in charge of everythingvoice.

“What about?” I ask, leaning one elbow against the kitchen counter and sipping the last of my coffee.

“You know exactly what we need to talk about. Don’t play dumb with me. Where is the guy?” he hisses.

I smirk. “Why in the world would I do anything to that worthless idiot?”

“Because you want his fiancé, and he was in your way. We know how you deal with people who get in your way, Celso - but this guy is the son of a very wealthy and powerful business man. It’s too public. It’s too risky. Whatever you did?—”

“I didn’t do anything man, calm the fuck down.” I roll my eyesdramatically.

Mas stands inmykitchen looking at me as though I’ve done something wrong and he’s about to send me to the naughty corner.

Agitation flares through me.

“Listen. You need to get the fuck over this idea of yours. I didn’t touch the asshole. He stood her up. He doesn’t deserve her. End of story.”

Mas continues to stare at me.

“Dammit, Celso.” He mutters under his breath. It’s clear he doesn’t believe me, but he has nothing to go on. Besides, what the hell is he going to do? Nothing.

There’s nothing he could do even if I had a giant sign on my face saying, “I did it.”

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