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“Let go of me!” I spat.
“I don’t like insubordination,” he said, his eyes glowing with rage. “Especially not from you, Lucia. Don’t take advantage of my love.”
“Love,” the word fell from my lips like a curse.
Your brother loves you, honey, but it’s a festered, rotting kind of love, my mother’s voice whispered in my mind.If you’re not careful, his obsession will trap you forever.
These were the words of warning my mother told me when I was ten years old. She’d been dying at the time and these were her last words to me.
As I gazed into my brother’s eyes, I wondered if Mom was in full awareness when she said those words to me.
Shortly after she died, Dad sent Callum away from home.
We missed Mom over the past five years but our household was a peaceful one. No one was mistreated or abused. It’d only been a day since Callum returned and my world was already burning in an inferno.
“Tell me the truth, Callum,” I said in a low, grim voice. “What did you do to them?”
“I never lied to you. They’re dead, sweetheart.” His hand reached out to brush the tears rolling down my cheeks. “You don’t need them or anyone else. I’m here now. You’ll always have me by your side.”
My heart shriveled up with grief.
Callum had always been intense with his emotions but I never thought he could be a murderer.
“Our old man’s dying too,” he said with a smug grin. “From now on, it’ll be the just two of us.”
I blinked. “What happened to Dad?” Pushing him off me, I sat up straighter. “Where have you taken him? I want to go see him right now.”
“Why bother?” he said, fixing his shirt. “Your presence isn’t going to make any difference.”
I stared at my brother and found myself staring at a stranger.
Callum was older than me by a gap of twelve years. He doted on me since I was a toddler. He didn’t even like our parents chiding me for my naughtiness.
There was a time when I loved him more than Mom or Dad.
I noticed something strange about him only after I’d grown up a little. He looked at me differently. He treated me differently. There was something weird about the way he touched me too.
I didn’t even want to think about it but my brother’s love for me had truly festered into something dark and obnoxious. Tonight’s events were proof of it.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Callum killed John, Rafael, and Danny. He had to be kidding. Maybe he was simply saying that to punish me. Maybe they’d all return home tomorrow.
Is that what he wanted? If so, I was willing to play along.
“Take me to see Dad,” I said through a choked throat.
He let out an exasperated sigh and to my horror, an indulgent smile came upon his lips. “You can’t let your brother rest after a long day, can you? You always need me.”
For the first time in my life, I was beginning to realize the cold, stark fact that my brother was a psychopath. He didn’t care about our father at all.
“I must see him,” I said, getting to my feet. “If you’re tired, just tell me which hospital he’s been admitted to. I can go on my own.”
With a sudden move, he grabbed my wrist and tugged hard, making me stumble and fall onto his chest. His arms went around me, tightening their hold on me until I was suffocating.
“You always care too much about others,” he said in a strangely husky voice. His hands caressed my back in a way that sent cold shivers through me. It was hard to explain why but my brother’s touch disgusted me.
“It’s already late,” I said, hoping to distract him. “Please tell me where Dad is and I can get there on my own.”
“Were you this insistent on seeing me when the old bastard sent me away?” he whispered against my ear. “Did you kick up a fuss like this back then?”
