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Rage molts like lava in my veins, threating to burst at any moment, pulse spiking to a dangerous acceleration, overpowered by the anger that leaves me a fury mess of sin and bloodthirst. He touched my woman, he touched and destroyed her, used every part of her grieving to toy and use for his own gain while depleting her simultaneously.

He hurt my Queen.

He hurt my best friend. And more importantly he hurt the woman that I lo-

Heat flares around me as I make it to castle grounds, every part of my skin tingles with electricity as I arose out the car and adjust my cuffs. Maids bow to my Prescence and make way, parting in two, the clear pathway guiding me right to the source. Charlotte and Ray walking closely behind me.

King Abrafo's old office is where I am led. I nearly had forgotten it was there, or if King Abrafo himself was alive come to think of it, he wasn't on my radar, but where I will find the new hiding spots for the organizations, I will find him for sure.

Behind me Charlotte instructs the maids to check upon the Queen and she follows them, Ray instructs the guards to tend to other matters, leaving me time to focus on Gunter at hand.

The crowd behind me begin to disperse slowly and the air was breathable again. I inhale a crisp breath and reach forwards to the door, while the visions of when I first walked through this hallway resurfaces.

Cold walls and a damped color, despite these years it remained the same, not even redesigned by Gunter. A dim light emanates underneath the seam of the door, as I reach closer of the far end of the narrow hallway. I raise my fists and give the wood a knock with my knuckle.

"Come in brother." he purrs behind the door, already expecting me.

My anger threatening to shatter the doorknob as I wrapped my hand around it, my palm hot against the cold surface of the porcelain, fury welling into my chest listening to the creak of the rusted bolts until I come across Gunter. Seated at the center of King Abrafo's old desk, thick piles of paper neatly stacked into three sections, a dense spice fragrance of cedarwood and jasmine. And that grin he displays looking up to me.

The sparking fire burning the wood mimics my ticking rage the more I survey his composed manner and pays no mind to the door steadily coming to a close behind me with a loud creak.

"Well, hello there big brother." he crooned, leaning himself back into the seat. "You don't look so good."

"Haven't been well since the past year and a half now little brother." I smirked, stepping closer until I am at the edge of the desk.

"Oh?" he drawls musingly, leaning himself forward.

Our voices roll into the room like thunder, flicking the dancing sparks with the rumble. My mightier frame silhouette fabricates above him as I stared down at him through the cloud of fury.

He chuckles, "And do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head steadily, "That is of no importance."

Slowly he cocks his hand, his eyes still holding the delight as he scrutinizes my mood before he snaps his finger. "Ah!" he gasps, pointing his index finger towards me. "Tiana, isn't it? your sweetheart."

I remain silent, watching as he chuckles, while I grind my teeth to the thought of plucking his from his gums.

"And what of my wife is your concern, brother, you have enough to deal with it."

I hunch over, flattening my palms onto the smooth surface of the desk. "Everything is always a joke to you isn't it." I said, the rumble of my low tone slightly vibrating the texture.

Steadily drawing in his shoulders he huffs, "Life is all about jokes isn't it. Can't take everything so seriously. Don't tell me ... you're here cause of the way she was this morning? what are you here as her knight and shining armor, where is the white horse you have come to rescue her on, after you smite the villain?"

My self-perseverance is thinning, hatred growing in me like a tumor as he smiled away at what he has done. I am seething. My abdomen twisting inside me, the dark side of me begging to rip his jaw from him, or break every bone. And only then the fog swirling inside me hardened to words as I looked at him in the eyes.

My tone ladening with death, "You locked me away. Toyed with her, used the moment of weakness to coil yourself around her, insult and crumbled her until she was rubble," -- his eyes trail down to my clenching fingers -- "made her believe she was at fault for becoming the town's joke. And now ..." I huffed. As if a nerve in me silently bursts, I could suddenly taste iron on my tongue, and smell blood as I fight back the stabbing strokes of a carnage craving. "You medicated her into a lifeless corpse."

Only the sparking flames of the firwood mediates the stretching silence. We glare at each other as if settling a thousand-year feud. Centuries worth of hatred. No more amusement in his eyes, his delight now a ghost, His glare just as dark as mine.

It's not the first I have witnessed him this stoic, nor is it the first I witness his silent rage, but the first to see the quavering pupils of his eyes. His manipulation discovered. I suppress a grin, watching his chest heave.

Can he feel it now? what it's like to have a parasite slither into your streams.

Gunter steadily inhales a breath as I straighten my back, our eyes never faltering as I slipped my hands into my pockets, as he slowly stands. The wheels of the chair scuff back as he rounds towards me from behind the desk. Tension builds with every crisp click of his dress shoes to the ground, and I smirked as I felt him aside me.

"So now what?" he says, shattering the silence. "You going to kill me?"

I twist my frame until we are chest to chest. Hazel vs blue.

"Go on." he shrugs, keeping his penetrative glare.

His invitation is tempting, I could feel the medal of my gun tucked into my straps thudding, as if it had a heartbeat of its own, sizzling with fire. My hands clenched into my pockets. Feeling his breath wafting my chin as he chuckles. "That would be quite a story, wouldn't it?" he hushed. "The mafia's guard dog, kills the new King, only to drill the wife." he merrily whistles, propping himself on the edge of the desk.

Reach for the fucking gun Nasir. Reach for it and finally wash the irritating stain from your hands.

With his arms crossed to his chest, Gunter rakes his eyes down my frame as he shrugs, "Hesitating? The prince of carnage is hesitating. I bet this is a moment you have itched for, to finally free yourself from this life and free yourself from me."

I stand still as the blissful moment fabricates into my head yet left my eyes on his for the entirety of his words.

"Then what? be runaways with your Queen? stride into the sunset, live happily ever after." He chuckles crisply, "You don't think she will be questioned for my murder? you don't think the people will point to her, when they can't find you? No matter, where she reaches in life, she will be known."

Gravely I swallowed, my jaw ticking feeling the true weights of his words.

"Don't tell me, I am right, right?" he roared in a thunderous echo of laughter. "Even you should know the consequences you will face. Oh, foolish me, you don't care what happens to you ... It's her. Knowing her life would always be on the line is the reason my bones are still intact even until this moment hmm. I stand before you as King, but it is the Queen that holds true power, at any moment she could just say the word."

My expression still remains steady at his, neither reacting to her name, nor the fact that what he says is the truth. I could survive, and I know she could, but condemning her to a life like mine, would be a curse too grave for me to hold.

It finally simmers into his brain; he accepts it wholly as he nods absentmindedly, his eye narrowing until it goes distant, and the room thins into a quiet tension.

Any remnants of sympathy burned a long time ago, and so was that small part of me that tried to hold my tongue for so long. "Beaten by you and your friends." I say. "Beaten by your father because of your lies, branded by searing hot iron, my healed scars reopened by your small pocket knife for fun." I chuckled like a mad man.

It all resurfaced, everything all came back. The worst years of my life flashing before me, and nothing that could have been done to prevent them. He trails his eyes back to me, watching me laugh in the pain until I gather myself.

"I go to bed, but can not sleep. Because I await for that day to come. The day where I am the one laughing at your open wounds, the day where I carve my name into your skin." I step closer to him, temperature of my skin decreasing as I glare intently, making sure his eyes mark my every words. "Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing would ever be more gratifying than making you have a taste of what it's like to be considered a weapon, and used. But now, today I want you to listen to me Gunter, listen to me when I tell you, I will kill you for what you have done to her."

His neck slowly raises.

"For every moment you made her suffer, for every piece you tore from her, every lie you spewed, every touch she didn't want, every second she was belittled, and every tear she spilled, know that it will be me you will face in the end. And I will have great joy breaking every bone in your body, crumbling them until they are nothing but dust. I will kill you Gunter, and she will be there to witness."

The room had begun to reduce in size, every corner of the warmth dispersing, I could almost see his own dark cloud fogging behind him, suppressing his own fury. My gaze drifts to his red knuckles, and slowly grinned.

"Quiet. Little brother?" I taunted. Watching his face paint red around, eyes balancing between the line of sanity, until he summons a deep inhalation.

"You do that. Nasir." His voice gruff and low. "You do that. But while we are on this topic, will you kill her too?"

I cock my head to an angle, an angle that beckons for elaboration, quickly. With our eyes plastered to each other to each other I watch the end of his lips curl to a smirk as he reached into his back pocket.

Gunter retrieves his arm, and interlocked in his fingers was a thin golden ornament. Dangling loosely at the tip of his hand, and I glanced down to the radiant glow. A necklace.

"This is yours I believe." he says matter of fact-like.

My brows knit, as the pulse aside of my neck accelerated. And he opened his hand, to the Bold letter of an 'A'.

"Was this not your brothers?"

I deadpan down to it. Lost in a cloud of sorrow. This could not be. Arav's initial, my brothers necklace.

"I could tell you how I found it, but that would mean I'd have to tell you who had it." Gunter spoke above me. I could feel his observant glare burning holes into my head, searching for that one flick of weakness that could leverage him.

Though inside I am a boulder colliding to the ground, I stay vigilant and bland looking at the ornament that hold great memories and value to me. My brothers ghost had long stopped visiting, I rarely see his apparition anymore ever since I was branded to the Mafia. No more warning of his ghost, nor does he visit my dreams, but I stare down at a piece of him now, watching the shimmer of the pendant of the hands that took him from me.

First his father, and now the son.

Cautiously he brings the object closer, and I debate whether I should make him bring his arm back with a broken wrist.

"Take it, It belongs to you."

In that moment what in me screamed to reach out, but whatever it was, was a driven force. The sense to have something lost returned to me, the rightful owner. And as the object lands onto the callous of my palm, white clouds my vision and I could see Arav's face once again. His touch, story, and his very last words.

"If you end me, than you would have to end her too."

Every drift of my eyes grows darker as I slowly lift my gaze back up to him.

"She knew Nasir. She dwells in this castle, made friends with the victims, collected their souvenirs like a hobby, and looked you in the eyes while your brother is buried around these castle walls."

The gun in my straps burn hot. The metal searing the side of my skin.

"I say this not for any reason, but to showcase the so called innocents of your lover. You look at her and what you two have been through together, but what about when she is not ear you, what about those days when you two are apart. Those times when she is not your beloved queen, or your supposed bride, have you thought to answer those?"

Those words are meticulous, holding a burdening weight.

"Ask yourself this. What do you think Patrick has her doing, when they are alone. Her lessons, and more coded words." He lifts himself from the edge, cautiously dropping his hands to his side as he steps in closer to me. "If you ask me, I did you a favor. Getting this object back for you. Learn about the woman you love, before vowing to kill for her."

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