Maisara's pov
"Where is he?" I frantically ask as soon as the front door is opened and Jame's face appears. His face betrays no emotion as he looks me up and down once before stepping aside. Just as I take one step inside, a loud sound of something shuttering and someone screaming from somewhere inside the house reach my ear. I run towards the source of the sound.
I step into the kitchen. It seems like a tornado has gone through here. Everything, literally every single thing is either broken into pieces or misplaced or laying on the floor. Plates and glasses are shattered on the floor in a pool of a mixture of blood and water. Two stools are laying on the floor. Spoons, forks, and butter knives are scattered everywhere. Such havoc!
Ryker easily catches my eyes first. He's holding a sharp knife, not a butter knife, in one hand ready to shove it any moment into the person standing in front of him. The only thing that's stopping him is Ian's continuous tagging on his other hand. Ian is sobbing, hiccupping every now and then, with his face drenched in tears and trying his best to hold back Ryker.
Then I notice the person who is at knifepoint. That is, of course, none other than Felix.
I almost flinch at the sight of him. Never have I ever seen him this much disheveled before. I never even imagined him seeing like this. He always looks so well-kept and polished that it's nearly impossible to imagine him like this.
His clothes are highly unkempt. Cuts and bruises can be seen in the places where his skin is bare, like his arms and chest. His face is technically drenched in blood. Blood is coming out of his nose, his mouth, and his forehead. Even the collar of his shirt has drops of blood on them. Golden-brown locks are so messy, some of them are sticking out while some others are sticking to his forehead with their tips getting painted red. He's swaying a little but his eyes are strongly focused on Ryker. They held a mix of emotions; hatred, anger, and betrayal. He sniffs before rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.
I step between the two of them just at the same time, Ryker successfully breaks free of Ian's grip and almost shoves the knife into Felix. Before he can see the face of success, I slap the hand holding the knife which makes it drop to the countertop with a sharp 'cling' sound. Ian gasps loudly and Ryker's eyes catch mine.
He looks disheveled too but not as bad as Felix. Blood is gushing out of his forehead as well and his jaw has started bruising. His bloodshot eyes are the one that draws my attention most. The madness in them is fully fueled by anger. I swear I can feel the heat in them. It feels like if fire could actually come out of them, I would be dead by now. I realize I'm too familiar with that look.
"Touch him one more time and you'll find yourself buried six feet under the ground." Even I'm surprised by how cool and smooth my words have sounded despite how shaky I feel inside. I cross my arms over my chest looking Ryker dead in the eye.
"Maisara." Felix's voice comes out as a pained whisper from behind me lacing with warning and worry. Something faintly, so faintly twists in my chest that I almost missed it. I lose a slow breath.
Ryker laughs. A cruel and dark laugh. Sadly, I've heard it before too. "What is it? Some kind of cheesy rom-com? And what are you? Hero and heroine? The hero fights for the heroine and then the heroine comes to return his favor? And who is me? The villain?"
"Don't know about us. But yeah." I look him up and down, letting the infamous smirk taint my lips. "You definitely are the villain."
"Oh, yeah?" Ryker steps closer, licking his lips and then hissing. I notice he has a cut there as well. "I'm the villain, huh?"
"Maisara," Felix warns me again. I feel the warmth of his body behind me. I ignore that focusing on Ryker.
"Then let me show you what a villain actually does, sweetheart." That's his last word before he jumps on me. I'm already prepared for that as I knew he would do so. I put the knife under his chin that I slapped away from his hand moments ago. That makes him stop on his track and try to glance at the knife. Ian gasps again.
"No, no, no," I click my tongue, pressing the blade to his skin. "You can't do that, sweetie." I grab the collar of his shirt and yank him down. He doesn't protest because just like me, he is also familiar with my moves. Unlike others in this room, he knows to which length I can go if he pushes me enough.
"What you can do is apologize to your older brother for your nonsense behavior and leave the house for the night. Got it?" I smile sweetly at him. He doesn't say anything and doesn't even blink. He's just staring at me like a robot. I raise my eyebrows. "Did you get it, Ryker?"
He still stays silent. I know how much stubborn he can be. But I don't have much time for this shit show. So I yank him again and then leave him. He falls on the floor, his palms stopping his face from kissing the ground. I step beside him and turn to face Felix. But I don't look at him. Not yet. It's not the right time to do so.
Instead, I grab a handful of Ryker's soft raven hair and pull his head up making him look up at Felix. Then I growl, "Apologize."
The sight is very enticing. Our big boy, strong and smart, Ryker Reyes kneeling on his hands and knees on the ground. What can be a better sight than this? I should take a picture and set that as my fucking wallpaper. Where the hell is my phone?
Ryker doesn't do anything I say. I wait and wait until I lose my patience and bring the knife back to his throat. "Do you want me to use this on you?"
"Just do it, bro," Ian chokes out from behind us. I see Ryker's finger twitching but nothing changes other than that.
"Yes, dear, do it. Apologize. You were always good at apologizing anyway. Do it again. To your brother this time." I say caressing the blade on his skin as if it was a beautiful feather. I don't know what triggers him but he finally listens.
"Sorry," he mumbles inaudibly. That makes me press the knife harder against his skin and bark at him. "Do it properly."
"I'm sorry, Felix," he mumbles again. I pull the blade backward slowly, so slowly, trailing a line of red on the way. Ryker flinches but can't move away as my hold on his hair keeps him in place.
"Nope, not like this. Say, 'My dear older brother, Felix Reyes, I seek your forgiveness for my stupid behavior. I truly believe that you shouldn't forgive me. But if your heart becomes soft enough to forgive me, I'll serve you for the rest of my life with nothing but respect and loyalty. Forget any stupid behavior like tonight, I'll not as much even look at you without anything but respect. I'll even kiss the ground you walk upon, if possible. So, please, I earnestly request you to consider forgiving me for my stupidity as I'm a worthless piece of shit and don't know what I'm doing 99% of the time'."
James snorts from the doorway where he's leaning against the doorframe and watching us like he's watching a circus going on. Ryker's ears turn red from either embarrassment or anger. He tries to raise his head but fails, all thanks to me and my vice-like grip on his hair.
Finally, he opens his mouth while keeping his eyes on Felix, "I agree with whatever she says."
I shake his head. "No, you don't-"
"That's fine." Felix's voice floats in the air like a thick cloud. I finally decide to look at him and instantly regret it. His eyes are trained on me begging me to stop and just let Ryker go. He looks so broken and tired that I instantly feel like tucking him in bed so that he can fall asleep for the night.
I nod my head at him and move my hands away from Ryker. He collapses on the floor. I don't bother to spare him a glance as I say to Ian, "Can you please get him out of the house for me? Thank you."
Ian and James both jump to work instantly. They pull Ryker to his feet and lead him out of the door of the kitchen. And I notice he didn't actually lose his consciousness like I expected when he collapsed. Because he is staring straight at me over James's shoulder with eyes full of hatred, so much hatred that he looks like he will shove the knife down my throat the next time he gets hold on it.
It's only when I hear the sound of the front door closing, I drop the knife and finally say to Felix, without turning to face him, "Come with me."
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