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Not like he'd show the others just how fucking worried he was.
I didn't think we'd ever come down this route, but it made sense. My district took up the east part of NYC, and no one fucking knew about it because it was under my real name.
Nicodemus Ramiro.
It always amused me when I heard the gossip about how my name left people begging for mercy, while the bold ones would do anything to hop on a plane to Mexico in hopes of never being found by me.
Sad that they never reach boarding time.
My birth had been celebrated like a king sitting upon the throne, and though the loss of my sight was of a noble nature, it didn't stop the wrath I could deliver in a world of bloodshed. Joining Dimitris's pack tamed that cynical beast within me, but it didn't mean it couldn't click into its role and remind those who'd forgotten how dangerous I could be in anyone's presence.
Money talked, especially when you carried currencies few held in their possession thanks to generational wealth in this world of shifters. But royal titles? That got you into places you'd never think were possible.
"So..." Saint began, and I tugged out of my thoughts to acknowledge his dancing energies of white that moved like a flickering flame in a fireplace. "Are we ignoring the fact Neo was just called a prince, or are we planning to have this conversation...like never."
Jayce sighed. I could only imagine his eyes rolling while his blue energy flickered with gold. "Does it matter?"
"No," Saint pointed out. "But last time we came here, which was a fucking long time ago, no one was calling him ‘Prince.’"
"You'd never think this side of NYC had anything like this security gateway nonsense," Onyx casually muttered, as if the whole royalty topic was already boring him.
"You're changing the topic on purpose." Saint sounded disappointed. Poor guy always loved a bit of gossip.
"If I wanted to change the topic, I'd simply say so and you'd obey," Onyx pointed out. "You still owe me for sexualizing my Willow."
"Are you still using that against me?" Saint whined. "I feel hurt that our current pack bond doesn't affirm the obvious fact that I ain't trying to sleep with Willow."
"Not yet," Jayce commented. "You're merely waiting for the prime moment."
"Which side are you on again?" Saint inquired.
"The side that doesn't land my dead body anywhere on this dirt road," Jayce concluded, and I could visualize him crossing his arms. "Remember last time someone was too nosey about Neo's life?"
"Oh." Saint paused, and the reminder encouraged the memory of the driver who kept asking question after question like we were some commoners that asked for a talkative chauffeur.
Landed his body with his throat slit on the side of the road for my men to clean up after he bled out. A waste of valuable paint material, but well deserved.
"Ain't the weather tonight grand?"
"You're a disgrace," Onyx concluded, and Jayce chuckled.
"How's Willow?"
The question made my head shift to my right to acknowledge the woman sleeping against Onyx's bulky frame.
Our mate.
I hadn't registered it yet. Hadn’t accepted that of all the fucked-up individuals in this world, I was somehow chosen to be mated to this beautiful, destructive force that acknowledged my existence.
No woman would dare approach a blind man. It was only when they heard the lovely words of 'billionaire, global sensational artist,’ that the girls came running from the shadowed hills to get into my bed.
A prodigy like myself was only destined to be alone, and I’d accepted that the realms of love would be nothing but spikes of sexual desire, seconds of heightened lust, and a symphony of sorrow at the hands of loneliness.
By accepting a future as desolate as that, it made everything else easier to tackle.
Mother Moon decided to switch up the playing field.
I was attempting to tame the growing desire building inside me, to ignore how mesmerizing Willow's aura was would be a sin. How enchanting it was to see her colors of raging pink mold perfectly with the two of us.
