Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Reyes grips the wheel hard. His knuckles turn white, and he drives out of the garage. "I did hate you for the guitar. It belonged to my brother

But my demon and I need you more. And you are neither stupid nor a cunt. You are my mate. My other half."

I snort but quickly cover my mouth, not wanting to provoke more of Reyes' wrath. When he doesn't lash out, I lower my handsNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

What mind games is he playing right now? Does he actually think I will believe I am his other half? I am just a... stupid cunt, with a loose pussy

"You have a brother?" I am even afraid to speak to Reyes, but the idea of him being quiet is even scarier. Who knows what he will be plotting, then?

Reyes grips the wheel even harder. I should have kept my mouth shut

"Had. He died because of me six years ago. If I had done my part right, as my father had told me, he would have been here with you today. You would have been his hellstar. He would have probably recognized you as his half long before the bond snapped in two." He stops at a red light and turns to look at me. "I will fix the bond. I don't know how, but I will do it." He gently strokes my hair

Blood keeps coming out of the many cuts I have, and I look at it transfixed. How much blood does a person have to lose before they die? "T am sorry for your brother. I should have never broken the guitar." A nervous laugh leaves my lips. "No wonder you hate me."

Cold fingers cupped my right cheek, forcing me to look at him. He claims my mouth, his kiss adding to my pain. "I know how badly I fucked up, and I probably don't deserve another chance, but I will undo the damage I did." He nuzzles my bottom lip with his mouth. "Once I take care of your feet and hands, we can snuggle in bed and watch TV while eating ice cream. Or... whatever you want."

I shrug. "I don't care." Because I don't. Except for dying. That's the only thing I want right now

The traffic light turns green. "I know the broken bond hurts like hell, but once we are home, I will make sure you feel better," he says as he presses the acceleration pedal and steers the car to the left

I will never be better. Not after everything that has happened. I glance out the window. The reflection of a broken woman, once full of life and hope, stares back at me. I hate myself so much

"What is this bond you keep talking about?" I ask, wanting to distract myself from the pain in my chest

"Tt's a link that connects my soul and those of my blood-brothers to yours. Our bond was fragile, as it usually takes from a few days to a few weeks for it to become permanent. So, when we punished you in front of everyone, it broke. We knew it could happen, and we still went through with it. I think, in a way, we wanted it to happen. God, how stupid we were. Being a hellstar makes you more sensitive to emotions, and your pain is ten times worse than mine."

I am not sure if Reyes is crazy or on drugs. Humans don't have bonds with other people. Not in the way Reyes suggests. "Oh."

Reyes drives to one of the safest areas of Veross City and parks in the garage of a residential complex. "I think you are going to like the apartment. It has two floors and it's big enough to turn into a Lair and raise a little family in it. If you want that," he adds, looking at me

Tears stung my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. "I don't care." Why would he want a family with someone like me?

He clasps his right hand behind my neck and pulls me to him. "I hate seeing you in so much pain."

"Then kill me and put me out of my misery."

"T will make things right." He kisses me, his tongue finding its way into my mouth

I want him to stop, to not touch me anymore. Can't he see how much it hurts me?

He breaks the kiss a few moments later. "We need to get out of the car, or else I will fuck you right here." He is breathing hard. "If you weren't hurt, I would not have thought twice and just done it."

"Why would you want to fuck a 'loose pussy'?"

"Stop that!" he growls, making me flinch. Then in a more gentle tone,

he adds, "While I have not been inside your pussy, I know you will feel divine."

I look away. "Alekos-"

He cuts me short, "He lied. He was trying to hurt your feelings. And from what I see, he did too good of a job." He opens the glove box and takes out a 9 mm gun that he puts in the back of his waistband-and a wallet and gets out of the car. "If I am lucky enough, I will have you to myself tonight, but I doubt Alekos and Stefan will stay away now that they know you are our hellstar," he says as he opens the passenger seat

I wait until he picks me up to ask. "What do you mean by 'hellstar'?"

Reyes closes the door with his foot and locks the car. "It's the word Lords use when referring to their mates."

"You are confusing. Mates? What are you? Wolves?" "Demons.”

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It is not the first time Reyes refers to himself as such. Even Alekos said he was one. "Demons like those from hell or....?"

"Tt will make sense soon," he replies as he takes me to one of the complex elevators, and we go up

Once inside the apartment, Reyes deactivates the alarm and informs the guards about him being home before taking me to the living room and

putting me on the couch

"T will be right back," he kisses the top of my head before disappearing down the hall, leaving me alone

Suddenly, I feel more alone than ever. I have a hard time breathing, and my vision starts tunneling. What is wrong with me? I start hyperventilating as I fall off the couch and curl up in a ball. My heart beats fast, like it is about to explode, the pain getting worse with each passing second. What did they do to me?

When Reyes returns a few minutes later, I am still on the floor, crying

"Tam here," he tries to comfort me as he picks me up and sits with me on the couch

His touch, while cold, helps me calm down. I can breathe again. He kisses my brow while rubbing my back. The pain is more bearable now

"Let's get those wounds cleaned and bandaged," he says when I stop crying. "And I want to see your knees and thumbs as well."

"Can I take a shower first? I feel... dirty."