3 years later
Ahren
I remember… Her beautiful shaky voice,
"Uh..I.." the pause where she looks nervous.
Her ruby red eyes looking around for an escape.
Her long long black locks that she fiddles with, her pink lips that would feel so good around my co-
"AHREN!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP, WE'RE GOING SOON!"
I jump out of bed and immediately start putting my clothes on. I put a three piece suit on and pull my curly hair out of the way with gel. I brush my teeth and put some cologne on.
I look out of the window from our hotel. The Eiffel Tower is standing outside imposing and all powerful, this tower is the symbol of France, and in a building just next to it, illegal businesses are going on.
I reflect on the dream I had. My bonded, that damned beautiful woman, was supposed to have arrived in one of our mansions in Spain, but the people we entrusted her too were traitors, were since I personally killed them, they sold her to the slave market and I have no idea what happened to her after that. I searched everywhere, grabbed every last bit of information, but whoever bought her is one sneaky fucker. When I find him/her, I will destroy them in every way possible.
I take a few deep breaths.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
And stalk out of my room and go to the common area. Theo and Aiden are making breakfast while being all lovey dovey with each other. Theo towers over us all. His hair is down to his shoulders and black, half pulled into a bun, with one black eye and one gray eye, he is half blind. Not naturally though, a few years ago, he got into a fight and the side where his gray eye is, a deep black scar mares his perfect face, his jokster personality and his perfectly muscled body makes him a wet dream for most. I thought he was hot before, since I'm Bi, but I don't, can't, really, feel attraction for anyone anymore.
Aiden, though, is the golden boy of our group, not that tall, but still taller than most, he has baby blue eyes framed by long blond eyelashes and fluffy curly hair that is cut short on the sides but is longer on the top. When you add devastating dimples, a soft boy style, a hot bod, and a mischievous personality, you get the cutest little asshole known to Earth. The two of them are bonded and they use their bond to accost girls on the street and fuck them together… Dicks.. they wouldn't do that if they'd seen her..
"Oh, hi Ahren!" Aiden chirps, "How would you like your eggs?"
"Hey, 'Den. I'll take them scrambled." I grunt with impatience seeping into my voice, because that asshole knows damn well that the ONLY fucking way I eat my eggs.
"Ah~kay!"
"Fuck off."
Suddenly, Kian barges in. Kian, a mountain of muscle is the biggest of us. When you think brute force, you think of him. With honey coloured skin, warm earthy eyes, long dreadlocks with gold jewellery in them, and gold piercings all over his body, he is the most imposing motherfucker I've ever seen. His love for gold comes from his parents they cherished him so much before… They did call him Kian for a reason. His name literally means king after all.
All of us are already in three piece black suits.
Theo speaks up, "Rhys and Azrael are already down stairs, they're waiting for us."
"I guess we should hurry up then." Aiden places a plate in front of me as Kian takes a piece of bread from the counter and starts munching on it.
We finish eating and head downstairs.
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We are out of the hotel in a few seconds and see Rhys and Azrael. They are the most professional ones of our group, though they don't look it.
Rhys is the typical bad boy. He has dark brown hair that isn't styled, unlike the rest of us and looks like perpetual bed hair even after you pour all the effort in the world into it. His gray blue eyes are scanning the crowd. He is around my height and my best friend. He is jacked and when he moves it looks like his shirt's buttons look like they're going to pop off. The tattoos that mare is perfect body are black marks that move, they look like shadows.
While the two of them are bonded, they are polar opposites, Rhys is friendly and nice, Azrael on the other hand..
Although he sports a smile, Azrael doesn't sport a "nice" smile. His black hair has streaks of blue and purple in it. His eyes are white, even though he looks blind, he sees everything very very clearly. He is slim and fit, but his strength doesn't revolve in his physical form. He moves around like he owns the place, so, whole fucking Paris, and although he looks calm and relaxed, he is ready to strike anyone at any given moment.
When they see us arriving, Rhys waves with a cheeky grin, and Azrael shoots us a real smile before putting on his degenerate smile again.
"Hey guys! We have to go like.. now!"Azrael yells at us, "You guys were supposed to be here 20 minuses ago!!"
Aiden starts protesting but Kian cuts him off, "It's fine, we just have to make a run for it."
"You mean, make a fast walk for it." Theo grins at his joke, "Since we can't exactly run in this outfit."
And we do exactly that.