God of Fury (Legacy of Gods #5) by Rina Kent

My, my. Is that…a fucking erection?

I mean, he could’ve gotten that because of kissing her. It couldn’t have possibly been me.

He’s straight.

Insert rolling of eyes here.

He hides away behind his flimsy walls, subtly adjusting himself before he faces Clara with the most fake-ass smile. “I just missed you.”

Bullshit. I don’t even think he believes what he’s saying.

Blondie sure does since she throws herself in his arms again. “BABE! I love you so much. This time forever. I’m never leaving you again.”

I have to physically force myself to turn away, because if I don’t, I might go over there and punch Clara. Or accidentally kill her. And we don’t want a dead bimbo on our hands.

Besides, I might have a more adequate plan for Clara.

Prince Charming better watch his fucking back.





6





NIKOLAI





So I realized that I need to chill the fuck out.

Brandon who?

The guy who will take my cock between his lips and thank me for it, that’s who.

No. Jesus Christ.

Chill, Kolya.

Just chill for one fucking second, dude.

Though it’s impossible to convince him of that when I’ve been spiraling for over twenty-four hours.

Ever since I saw that atrocious scene with Clara.

While he only has that one picture of her on his IG, she definitely flaunts him all over hers.

My man x

Babe, you keep me alive x

Isn’t he the most handsome man ever? x

Love you, sexy x

Blah fucking blah.

According to her posts, they’ve been together for about two years.

Fuck that right the fuck off.

My sister Maya, the social media detective of the family, said they’re in an on-again, off-again relationship. She thought I wanted to fuck Clara, to which she scrunched her nose and told me to stay away because she was just so hung up on this Brandon guy and I could do so much better.

Couldn’t care less about that. One piece of information remained in my head.

On and off for two years.

Interesting.

Anyway, I don’t care, because I’m chilling. In the pool, floating face down. Living my best life.

I can fall asleep here. Sweet.

Though I’d probably die, and that’s not exactly convenient.

Whatever. I’ll just remain here for a bit more to relax. I sure as fuck need to stay still for a goddamn second and not entertain stupid thoughts like maybe I should go for a morning run tomorrow.

I didn’t today, because if I saw pretty Clara again, I would be tempted to ruin her features. And I never, and I mean never, get thoughts of violence about girls in general.

Mom brought me up to respect women. Cheer them on, not bring them down.

But something about that Clara…

A commotion brings me out of my peaceful contemplations that are filled with blood. Lots of blood gushing from all her fucking holes.

I lift from the water with a gasp and check my watch. Three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Not bad.

I’ve been breath training for three years now and the time I spend without breathing is improving.

Aside from riding my bike with Jeremy, this happens to be the only method that helps me wind down. Probably because I’m almost dead at that time.

There’s also brutalizing people, but that only pumps me up and doesn’t bring me down from the blood-soaked phase.

Considering my brain’s tendency to get high as a kite at unfortunate moments, I had to find a coping mechanism to counter that loud phase.

I lift myself up at the edge of our indoor pool located in the underground level of the mansion. Usually, it’s hard to hear anything when I’m here, but something’s different now.

Is it trouble? Fuck yeah.

I walk to the bench, shaking water from my hair, then use the towel to dry the haphazard strands.

I pick up my phone and pause at the notification on the top of my screen. I open it so fast, I nearly drop the phone.

So I might have been messaging Brandon on IG. You know, because I’m a goddamn pest like that.

He didn’t answer them.

For three days.

My text were along the lines of:

It’s me ;)





Nikolai, in case the handle didn’t give me away.





Wanna hang out? Like friends?





Ok, that was a lie. Being friends wouldn’t work since you’re such a delight to be around. All standoffish and grumpy and shit. The exact opposite of fun.





We could have a drink?





*GIF of a bored kid tapping the table*





We can do this all day, Prince Charming. Love talking to your inbox. What a fucking thrill.





Why do you always use the same hashtag? Is there a meaning behind that?





Why do you play lacrosse?





Can you send me your playlists that you listen to all the time? Not really into rock, but I love discovering new music.





Also, isn’t rock too extreme for your prim-and-proper image? Not that I’m judging. I actually dig the contradiction. Kinda makes it fun to try and figure you out.





Why did you want to become an artist?





Aren’t you too uptight to be into something that requires people to let go of their creativity? Or are you different when painting?