His brilliant green eyes flashed in the firelight. A crazed sort of pleasure filled them, and my gut clenched. Dread filled me, and I knew I had made a wrong move when his voice purred, “Perfect.”
Jerking back, I opened my mouth to scream for help, but nothing came out. I felt a pin prick in my neck, and my limbs began to feel weak. I went to push him away, to run, to escape this man, but my limbs weren’t moving. They only got heavier the more I struggled. With my vision starting to blur, my heart rate went a mile a minute. What the hell was happening to me?
Before my eyes closed, his arms circled my body, and he whispered into my ear, “We’ll be your family now. The voices told me so,” and then my world went black.
3
CEZAR
She’s the one. She’ll save the lost, lonely boys.
M’s voice echoed in my head, and I rubbed at the pain in my chest from hearing her voice. As annoying as it was to listen to the voices, M’s hurt the most, so she only talked to me when necessary.
Even without her interference, I knew Kazia Lee was somehow connected to my future. I could feel the call for her in my body as soon as our eyes connected, like lightning just zapped my heart and dick at the same time.
In our search for Margaret Jones, Nicu had seen a few addresses to stake out, and I got the one that this gorgeous wavy-haired goddess visited. She was so beautiful with her flowy, wild clothes in different shades of white, black, and gray. Seeing this bewitching and unruly aura covered in colorless, flat clothing was a contrast. It made me want to crack her head open and peel back the layers in her head one by one and find out what made her tick. Even the voices in my head were clamouring about, telling me repeatedly that she was special.
She’s hot. Your ass wouldn't know what to do with a woman like that.I rolled my eyes at his comment. “Shut up, Cal.” He was getting more and more annoying the older he got.
Just be kind to her, sweet boy. She won’t know anything about this world. Kindness is key.
“I will keep that in mind, Nan,” but I wasn't holding my breath. I always disappointed her, but it didn't matter because she would never leave me. None of them would. I’ve even tried to carve them out of my brain, and if my brothers hadn't stopped me, it might have worked… but then I would’ve been dead.Or so they say.
The past few nights, I noticed that no one was home at night, so I took the opportunity to search the home and try to find my objective, Margaret Jones. Where was Margaret? What was this gorgeous young woman doing here during the day?
While I was snooping around, I caught sight of a frame next to the master bedroom bed. It was the only picture in the whole house. That young woman in a cap and gown hugged the woman in the photo my father gave us. What was their connection?
Finding her increasingly intriguing, I waited until she returned to the house, but this time, she didn't come until it was dark and past bedtime. Good girls always had early bedtimes… so the monsters don't eat them at night. What was my good little confused goddess doing?
Taking out my phone, I took a picture of her plates and sent them to our guy in the States, telling him I needed all the info back pronto. I thought for a second and asked him to send the information only to me. What my brothers don’t know won’t hurt them.
The door creaked open, and I scurried like a little mouse out of sight. Watching as my dark-haired beauty cut across the grass to her car, clutching a full bag to her chest, determination sparkled in her eyes. She muttered to herself repeatedly as she got in her car and pulled out, raced down the road so fast I had to scramble to get back into my car.
Following her like she was sending out a bat signal just for me, I caught up but stayed a few cars behind. I didn't want her to get spooked. I would hate for her to pull into a dark alley to avoid me when there are all sorts of crazies out at night.
You’re one of those crazies, idiot.Cal’s voice made me chuckle.
“I'm only crazy on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. Today is Wednesday, my day of rest.” Making the sign of the cross, I cackled into the night air at my joke as Cal cursed me over and over again in my head.
When she parked at a cemetery,I knew we were a match made in hell. Why else would a woman come to a place full of dead people? It was obviously to find her soulmate. I was.
Throwing on the ground the Black and Mild I lit on the way here, Nan finally gave up on all the whining chatter she’d been doing since I lit the damn thing. I watched my dark, wild, confused beauty look around before she crawled over the fence and went on her merry way. Breaking and entering. The more I knew about this woman, the more I wanted her.
Like a wolf on a blood scent, I followed her, mimicking her movements to feel like we were doing this sneaking-in-a-cemetery thing together. It was like our first date. The weather was perfect, the moon was bright, and dead bodies were littered everywhere… It was perfect. Magical. The thing first dates were made of.
A buzz came from my pocket, and I pulled it out, covering my already dark screen as I scanned the information my guy had sent. Her name was Kazia Lee. She was twenty-four years old and just finished her undergraduate studies at the local university in psychology. I passed on all the other information since it looked boring, not wanting to waste another second not watching her.
She was now kneeling next to a headstone. Her bag dropped to the side as she talked to it. She was pulling things out of her bag and setting something up, and the voice in my head started talking again.
Wow, she’s hot and crazy! She’s way too much for you.
Hush, boy, she’s paying her respects.Nan’s tone was curt, and I could hear Cal scoff his reply.
That doesn't mean she's not crazy.
“Fuck off, Cal. I like crazy. It's my favorite brand of soap.” I know what Cal was doing. He wanted to scare me off her to have her all to himself, but that ain't happening. I was like a T-rex with a bone, stomping my way…. No, that's not right. Uh… maybe more like a monster truck! Yeah! A monster truck with a bone, crushing anything in my way of me and my bone having the ride of our lives. Nailed it!
Before I could shove that analogy down Cal’s throat, a soft breeze blew a bewitching tune. Following the tantalizing sound, my eyes fell onto my wild-haired goddess and her tear-stained face, singing her sorrow-filled serenade to the dead.
