Page 110 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

“Private investigator now.”

A chuckle slips past my lips, “Esto es muy gracioso.”

Florian shares my laughter while Remi smirks. “Yeah, I found it amusing too.”

“Was she a good cop?” I assume Remi’s already done his homework on this one.

“Yeah, she’s good. Also supports her grandmother in a nursing home—she’s her only living relative.”

“Well, we can’t destroy her now,” I say. We might be insane, but we don't go around killing innocent people. “But we need to ruffle her feathers a bit and—”

“I’ll handle it.” Octavius snatches the phone from Remi, quickly sends her photos and videos to himself before deleting them, then gives the phone back to Remi. “She’s my problem. I know what she wants.” He slides the mask back up. “Now, you can get the hell out.” With this, he walks off, shuts the door, and slips fresh gloves on while we all blink in confusion.

“Well, it certainly went easier than I expected,” Remi says while Florian exhales smoke again.

“Did he just agree to handle a woman? I thought he avoided them like the plague.”

He never goes on dates or allows women to hang on his arms; none of us do. However, Octavius’s difference lies in how he pays enormous amounts of money for expensive escorts once a year to fulfill his desire for sex—I guess.

Which is almost nonexistent if he fucks only once per year.

“I smell trouble in the air.” More like obsession, because for a second there, I swear I caught interest in his eyes, almost a possessive gaze sweeping over the woman, and my friend doesn't get attached to anything or anyone.

Not after the night that forever destroyed his life.

And a serial killer and a cop together is not just trouble.

It’s a disaster that truly has the power to forever destroy this unity.

Remi shrugs. “We’ll see.” His phone dings, and a wicked grin spreads on his mouth. “Speaking of trouble. Sam loves your wife.”

“What are you talking about?”

He turns his phone, showing me the photo of Briseis in our fucking club chatting with Sam with a drink in her hand, her face shining brightly with happiness while Jimena stands next to her. Along with several other men who look at her from the nearby booths.

The earlier anger and rage mix together, the beast inside me ready to roar and stake his claim. Is she fucking insane to go to a club without me?

While Andreas might catch her at any moment?

Without uttering a single word, I push my laughing friend away and dart toward the exit, ready to get my wife.

All while knowing her father is only an excuse, and the madness that is her consumes me; well, I hope she’s ready for the consequences.

Ah, querida. We’re about to play a very twisted and lust-filled game.

Chapter Sixteen

“Sometimes, monsters hide behind the most beautiful masks.

Sometimes, goodness resides in the most despicable humans.

Finding out who you can truly trust becomes so difficult, as endless deceit surrounds us.

Angels and monsters, a confrontation that has been centuries in the making.

In each battle, good and evil stand against each other, ready to fight till their last breath, until their side wins.

Except…

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