Page 15 of Vicious Addictions

Unlike his brother, he doesn’t flaunt his crazy, which makes him more dangerous in my eyes.

I know what to expect from Rolo.

Remus, on the other hand… who the fuck knows what he’s thinking.

I know that Victor is grooming the twins just like he’s grooming me.

The difference between us?

When they turn eighteen, they’ll be inducted as capos. Meanwhile, I’ll still be a soldier—if I can even call myself that.

Remus leans against the door, the heel of his boot tapping idly against it.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Do you need something?” I ask again when their silence stretches too long.

“Hmm. Do we need something, Remus?” Rolo taunts.

“Nope,” Remus replies, dragging out the ‘p’ at the end.

“Then I’d like to go into my room now if you don’t mind. Please.”

By their smug grins and chuckle, it’s the ‘please’ that gets them, and I kick myself for even uttering the word.

Capos never apologize. For anything.

Mina told me that the very first day I arrived here. If made men don’t apologize, then they sure as fuck don’t say please either—a lesson both Rolo and Remus are determined to teach me.

Apparently, good manners are a sign of weakness in their world.

“Move,” I growl, my patience wearing thin.

Remus holds my gaze, testing me, waiting for me to blink first.

I don’t.

“I said move,” I repeat with gritted teeth, inching closer to Remus’s face only to feel cold steel dig at my back.

“He heard you the first time,” Rolo whispers in my ear behind me, his dagger dangerously close to puncturing my spine.

“Doesn’t look like it,” I bite back, keeping my voice razor-sharp.

It’s not the knife that rattles me. It’s the twin in front of me—the one who’s watching me like he’s trying to decipher every thought in my head, needing to see just how far I could go if pushed. When I refuse to give him anything, Remus shifts his attention to his brother.

“Come on, Rolo. There’s nothing to see here,” Remus finally says.

Just like that, the blade vanishes. But not before Rolo leans in one last time.

“See you around, Yank.”

I watch them walk away, waiting until they turn the corner before letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Great.

So I’ve landed on their shit list.

Good to know.

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