Page 97 of Equilibrium
Yet they never asked me what I wanted—not my father, not my mother, not Kieran and definitely not Storm.
I would’ve helped him with what he needed, but that wasn’t what he needed. That wasn’t what he wanted, because I was again just a pawn in their sick little games.
Pulling me to one side, then the other one, would this pain ever stop? This madness, this sadness, and anger.
Fuck them.
Fuck them for making me this way. Fuck them for making me think I wasn’t enough. Fuck them for screwing with my head. Fuck them for never seeing everything I could’ve given them.
My chest was rising and falling with every breath I took. I fell on the floor, surrounded by the pieces of fabrics I tried tearing with my hands. I only managed a little bit, but it was enough to destroy it.
It would be a welcome back gift for Storm. A true “fuck you” to his face.
I had to calm myself down. I had to put my mask back on, take a goddamn shower and get ready to get the fuck out of here. I was going to slip out while they were all busy with the barbeque. Get on one of the bikes and drive.
Just drive. At least into town until I could get a car or something. And then I would have to figure out how to cross the border and get to Mexico. The apartment I was using while I worked for the Albanians was still under my name. I could regroup and plan properly.
And after I found Maya, I would come back.
I would come back to burn this place down. To destroy them fully for what they wanted to do to me. I would cleanse their sins in fire, even if that were the last thing I would do in this life. And if they took me down, so be it.
I had nothing else worth living for.
No friends, no lovers and definitely no family.
I was always alone, and alone I would die.
These walls had seen moretragedy than some of the battlefields in Europe. This church had been a witness to a genocide, and the God that was supposed to protect them all, he hadn’t been here.
That deity in the sky, or whatever you believed in, it let innocent children pay for the sins of their fathers. It didn’t allow them to live their lives, to be free.
We would never know everything they could’ve become.
So, we would fight. We would fight for everything we’d lost, and everything that could’ve been. We’d seek revenge for those that couldn’t get it themselves.
All those souls that vanished in one night, all those people they murdered, this was why I made that deal. I fucked up.
I knew I fucked up everything with that, but I was going to fix it. I just hoped we would all get out of this alive.
Logan Nightingale stood at the same spot I was at when Kieran, his brothers, and Ophelia came here the other day. Silver streaks in his hair and lines on his face were a clear sign of his age. It was funny really. He could pass for a regular dad if you looked from the outside, but no one knew monsters better than the ones that actually saw their real side. And I saw his. I saw all of theirs.
I waited my whole life to be where I was right now. To be at the position where I could get revenge for everything they did to me.
Logan Nightingale was just one of them, but I’d let him think that he had the upper hand here. Maybe he did. I was positive that this day would end up in a new war—us against them. But maybe it was about time to move our asses and do this.
My guys were thirsty for their blood. I was thirsty for their blood, and we had many reasons to be. These seemingly perfect CEO’s, America’s favorite philanthropists, were murderers. Liars. Child traffickers. I didn’t even want to think about the array of other things they were involved in.
Don’t get me wrong. We weren’t saints. There was nothing holy about Sons of Hades, but children, we never touched them. They were a hard limit for all of us.
Yet this monster in front of me didn’t care about any of that.
“Did you know that this church was built in nineteen fifty-three?” he asked, turning to me. “It was one of the first things built on this side of Las Vegas.”
“Sorry, Logan. I wasn’t really interested in the history of the place. It’s a building, that’s it.”
“Oh, but it gets interesting.” He was getting on my nerves. “The story goes that there was a witch coven here that got chased away and sent to what is today known as Winworth.” My stomach recoiled at the mere mention of my birth town. “Aren’t you from there?”
“Logan, I didn’t know that it was a history lesson today.”
