Page 100 of Ricochet
This was why I never trusted a man. I learned my fucking lesson when I placed my trust first in Kieran's hands and then Storm’s. Both of them showed me I shouldn’t have trusted either.
One of them betrayed me, the second one ended up being a cherry on the top of a shattering cake.
And now my brother had to show up. I was both elated and pissed at seeing him, because the fuckery ensuing around me was giving me a headache and dealing with his ass wasn’t on top of my list today. Honestly speaking, I needed five days just to prepare myself for seeing him, because the urge to claw out his eyes was too strong to suppress.
The push and pull between Storm and Kieran, or how I liked to call it, the dick match, was a headache, and neither one of them was going to stop. I didn't know Storm well enough to say what kind of a person he was, but I knew men like him, and I knew he would turn Heaven into Hell to get what his soul wished to have.
And Kieran, that stubborn asshole wouldn't stop challenging him even if it meant every single one of us was going to die.
Stupid, that's what both of them were. Fucking stupid.
Their egos spoke louder than their minds, and that was the main problem I always had with men. They never thought about anything else but their own selves, and these two weren't the exceptions.
On top of this whole mess, because of course there was more, the attraction I felt toward Storm so many years ago was still here. When he touched me, I started burning. Skin on skin, I wanted to rid him of his clothes, and fuck him right then and there in front of everyone.
I wanted to punish him for turning his back on me when I needed him the most. Need, that was the right word for this. Maybe even obsession, but whatever it was I needed to get rid of it, because it would bring me nothing but more pain.
And those inquisitive eyes, they could still see my soul, and I fucking hated him for it. I learned my lesson already. I burned myself once trying to trust somebody else other than myself.
But there was no such thing as trusting them, was there?
I was all alone in this world, and hell, maybe that was how it was supposed to be. Maybe I wasn't meant to have another person walking with me through this hell.
Maybe it was for the best, because my heart couldn’t take another heartbreak—not from a lover, from a brother, sister, father or a mother.
I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the two of them throwing me at one another as if I were just a body, waiting to be claimed. I was so much more, and they couldn't see it.
I didn't want to be owned. I wanted to be respected, wanted to be equal.
Kieran couldn't give me that, and in some fucked-up part of my soul, that day I met Storm, I believed he could be the one to mend the broken pieces and pull me back together. But after all these years of being alone, after doing the shit I did, I now knew there was no such thing.
When darkness took over, it didn't just take over our lives. It consumed our souls. The darkness consumed our light, and another person wasn't supposed to pull you back together. It was my job, my responsibility, and it was stupid of me to think somebody else could do such a thing.
I was wrong and my father was right. He told me I was perfect the way I was, just before our lives took a turn for worse.
He told me I was enough, but I never trusted him because I didn't want to believe anything he said. I didn't want to trust him because he was the one that pushed me into this. What I failed to realize is that Papa loved me. With all his faults, all his shit, he actually loved me, and I fucked up.
If I survived this whole ordeal, I needed to make amends with him. If I managed to keep my part of the bargain, if I managed to do what I was asked to do, I would find him and I would apologize.
But first I had to survive the men-children going at each other's throats.
Theo's arrival halted all activity in the church, and we reluctantly retreated back to our hotel. I wanted to get this all done tonight, but Storm gave them one night to think about it all.
I wouldn't have given them even an hour, but that was just me.
Why the fuck did he want me?
He could've had me years ago, but the idiot failed. Okay, I might be exaggerating.
One of his pets failed, but I was still pissed off. He still pretended not to know my name, when we both knew better.
Persephone, my ass.
If he thought I would fall for that stupid act again, he had another think coming. He was the Devil, true, but definitely not Hades.
Hades would never leave Persephone how he left me. He never looked for me, I never heard of him looking for me at least.
Alright, I know, I know. I was a major bitch, and maybe it wasn't his fault, but I was pissed off. Currently, I was hungry, and the assholes never thought about feeding me once we came back. They all retreated to their rooms, with Theo throwing me dirty looks every now and then.
