21. Mordy
Chapter 21
Mordy
I shook my head at Stone. I should have known his stubborn arse would want to play the protagonist. It was who he was. He was never able to stop himself from being the hero; it was as if bravery and stupidity held equal weight within his brain. Truthfully, I was surprised he ever wound up breaking the law, much less joining up with our band of misfits. He was too good to be a bad person. I knew as soon as I met him that he would regret joining the MC. Honestly, he had lasted longer than I ever thought he would.
“You fecking promised,” I reminded him as my fingers wrapped around the doorknob on the opposite of the room from him. My brother constantly second-guessed me because my methods were not what he saw as practical. He questioned most of what I did on a daily basis but saving éan wasn’t something I would budge on. Not now. Not ever.
From the initial fluctuation of my pulse, I knew éan and I were in trouble—one or both of us were bound to die. That was the natural order of things. People lived and then died. People were never intended to be close to the sun without feeling its painful burn. Its beauty was something you were supposed to admire from afar. There were endless research studies and ample proof of this, but I was a gambling man. When I finally realized why I was so enamored by her, it was too late. I honestly didn’t know how long I had loved her, perhaps from the moment we met.
When I told éan that I would always be her corruption and that she was the beauty, she didn’t understand. I guess I didn’t really either. Maybe I fell short of the deal by not keeping up my end of the bargain, but she’d have to forgive me. She would never forgive me for sacrificing myself so Stone could save her. A smug smile of arrogance spread across my face as the explosion rang in my ears, and unrelenting pain shot through my body as I thought of the hell éan would give my brother.
My body smacked the cool floor, and I told myself I wouldn’t let the last thoughts in my head be hideous. Regina opened my eyes and reminded me there were still people in this world worthy of the breath within their bodies.
Tears blurred my vision, and everything was blurry, and then nothing.
Darkness.
Bás .
I could have never understood that the beauty I told her of was a gift for her. I thought it was her looks and soul, but it was her life. I hoped she had the most beautiful life. One that brought tears to the most angelic of souls because she deserved everything ounce of goodness the world had to offer.