Page 27 of London Has Fallen

“Why the fuck do you care about what happens to him?” I blurt out.

“Someone like you would never understand,” she accuses as she shoulders past me and leaves. I stand here alone and hating myself a bit more inside. These trials have me acting like a bastard and I hate that. The worry of what has to happen is weighing me down and I can’t keep lashing out at my brothers, we are all each other has. I won’t let London come between us. Her being with me daily means I can keep an eye on her and make sure she stays the fuck away from Cronos. He can’t deal with another loss, he barely survived the last one.

London

I spent the whole fucking day cooped up in Artemis’s office without saying a word. The bastard dumped a bunch of dusty ass books on the desk he had moved in there for me and told me to write him a fucking essay on Greek mythology. I swear to God I snapped at least four pencils. Today, I now sit here with another lot of books filled with history of the Greeks that he tells me to write another essay about. I refuse to speak to the unbearable bastard. He sits behind his desk like he is some fucking God. The plans I have for this fucker would make the devil blush.

I read the fucking books like a good girl. At the start, I do it to spite him and to keep my mind off the meeting tonight but after an hour or so I realize these books aren’t on the actual history of the Greeks themselves, these books are filled with the history of the Godfathers Of The Night. The pages hold knowledge that I know no one in my family is aware of. I flip through the pages trying to find any information about the trials but when I’m halfway through I see pages have been torn out and just know this was Artemis’s doing. I slam the thing closed and climb to my feet. He’s too engrossed in his computer to notice I have crossed the room so I slam the book on his desk.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he jolts in fright before pinning me with a scathing look. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You are! Why the fuck would you give me a history book on the history of your family but remove the pages containing the information about the trials?” I accuse.

He frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I open the book to where the pages containing the information about the trials should be and show him. His brows furrow as he stares at the book before flipping his shocked gaze back to me. “London, where the fuck did you get that book?”

Now, I frown. “You left them on my desk.”

He shakes his head as he stands and makes his way toward where my desk is in the corner of his office and flips through the other three books there. I make my way over and peek over his shoulder, clearly he didn’t mean for me to get these books.

“What the fuck,” he breathes out to himself.

“You didn’t give me these books, did you?” He slowly straightens to his full height and turns to face me. It’s then that I notice how close we are standing, there is only a sliver of space between our bodies. My dirty little whore of a vagina decides to pulse.

Down you dirty pussy!

“No one should have these books. They are never allowed outside of the sanctuary of the cove.”

“What’s the cove?” I see the turmoil in his gaze, he’s debating if he should tell me or not so I push on. “Artemis, who the fuck am I going to tell? The only friend I have is your brother.” He purses his lips.

“You fail to recall the amount of times you have reminded me that your father and grandfather are the Dons of rival families.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Didn’t stop you from fucking me,” I counter. It shocks the fuck out of me when he smirks and nods.

“Fair point.” I find myself fighting back my own smile. What the fuck is going on, I never smile or feel… giddy. “The cove is the place where all meetings are held back home in Mykonos beneath the windmill. These books should be locked away there. How they got here is a fucking mystery.” I hear the truth in his words.

“Who the hell would want me to know the history of your organization?” We remain silent for a moment thinking until a knowing look enters his eyes and he scoffs whilst running a hand through his hair. I study him, trying to decipher what is running through his mind. He perches his ass on the edge of my desk, bringing him closer to my height. I take my time to drink in the sight of him. The bruise on his face is fading and he seems to walk a little easier now and not wince when he stands or sits so I guess he is healing well. Aunt Amelia would be proud of the job I did on him, she taught me everything I know about first aid.

“I think your bestie is trying to help you.” The husky lilt of his voice has heat pulsing inside my belly.

“Nos gave me the books?” He purses his lips and nods.

“That would be my guess. I think my brother wants you to win these trials.”

I search his gaze, trying to gauge his feelings but can’t. I step between his outstretched legs relishing in the surprised look in his eyes at my bold move.

“He wants me to have a chance, but you don’t. Why?”

He gaze bores into mine as he answers. “You win, we die. It’s as simple as that.” His answer stuns me. Before I can formulate a response, he darts his arm out, grips the back of my neck and hauls me in closer so he can kiss me. My usual response would be to break the bastards nose who got handsy with me, but something about the way Artemis pushes me and refuses to backdown or give into me turns me the fuck on. Ever since I let him inside me I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and the way he made me feel. He breaks the kiss. We stand here breathless and panting as we stare at each other. “You want to fuck, you find me, not my brother,” he says.

Normally I would scoff and tear anyone down who demands anything of me but instead I find myself saying, “I don’t look at your brother like that.”

He smiles. “You know we’re identical twins, right?”

I roll my eyes and try to push him away but he grabs my waist pulling me in closer until my chest is flush against his. “You look nothing alike.”

He frowns. “How so?” The general curiosity in his voice is the only reason I answer.

“Cronos has shadows in his eyes, he has an edge of darkness that clings to him.”