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Fuck a guy a few times, and he thinks any touch means he’s about to get his dick wet.
“Bend over,” I demand. “I need a lift.”
Cyrus obediently crouches on the ground and grabs my ankles, hoisting me onto his shoulders.
“Step closer to Lev.”
Cyrus chuckles and gets right in Lev’s face.
I gaze down at Lev and smirk. “What was it you were saying, Lev?”
Lev’s eyes narrow. “You’re acting childish.”
I don’t care how childish I’m being. Don’t give two fucks. He’s lucky all I’m being is childish and not stabbing him in the eye repeatedly for losing my sister after his pompous ass kidnapped her. “I want my sister, Lev. You better know where she is and have a plan to get her back, or you'll be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of your life.”
“I know where she is. We just need to go in and get her,” Lev says, walking away.
I twist my fingers in Cyrus’s hair and tug him forward. He follows Lev to the dining room table as if he knows exactly what to do. Usually, it gets on my nerves how much Cyrus enjoys pushing Lev’s buttons, but I’m thoroughly enjoying it right now.
On the white porcelain table are blueprints and various other papers.
“What’s all this?” I ask, smacking Cyrus on the shoulder.
Cy grabs my waist, lifts me off his shoulders, and places me on my feet in one smooth movement.
Lev glides his hand over the table. “These are things we need to know to break into the compound and rescue Mona.”
I glare at him. “We wouldn’t need any of this had your idiot self not taken her.”
“You should’ve come back. It was inconvenient for me. I had too much on my plate to check in.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “What do you mean, too much on your plate to check in on me?”
Lev appears nervous. He quickly averts his eyes, focusing on the various blueprints on the table.
“What did you mean, Lev?”
“Just fuckin’ tell her,” Cyrus demands, rolling his eyes.
I know there’s more to this story, but staying on track to find my sister is far more important than any other idiotic thing Lev may or may not have done.
Lev adjusts his tie. “There’s nothing to tell. Now, how about we stop wasting time and continue our plans to get Mona back?”
Chapter 8
Lev—Age 25
Dublin, Ireland
Love made me pathetic, and obsession made me insane—both sentiments bestowed upon me from the moment I laid eyes on Azadeh Baran. Until Azadeh, I didn’t believe goodness existed in the world. My whole life had been an extensive exercise on how to manipulate, use, and discard people for pleasure. I was surrounded by monsters pretending to be otherwise in society’s prying eyes.
Then Azadeh came into my life, and I discovered that kindness and compassion were tangible virtues. But with that newfound knowledge of goodness, an overwhelming need to consume bloomed. That desperation led me to become a shadow who lurked in the darkness to be near Azadeh, whether or not she wished for it.
Cyrus, Zeke, and I were released from the institution at nineteen. Azadeh had been there for us the whole time. Originally, she was Zeke’s, but during our two years together, she belonged to all of us in one way or another. When it came to Azadeh, we were loyal soldiers ready to lay down our lives if she demanded it. I was prepared to be her sword and attack anyone I perceived as a threat to my angel.
After her mother’s passing, Azadeh’s visits home became more seldom. She drowned herself in her work, gallivanting all over the world as a vigilante to save other women from dangerous and precarious situations.
I could’ve been more like Zeke, confident in my abilities, but Zeke didn’t need her to breathe like I did. She didn’t consume his thoughts, actions, and motives like she did mine. Unlike Ezekiel, I couldn’t sit idly at home, keeping the fire burning for random visits from our girl. I craved her, and if I went too long without seeing her, it ripped my world apart like a piece of meat between the jaws of ravenous wolves.
