101. Lorenzo
The fear in Javier's eyes was a delicious sight. He was scared—damn scared—and that was exactly how he should feel. Yet, the little brat clung to his stubbornness, feigning bravado as if it would save him. I liked that defiance; it made breaking him even sweeter.
My patience, though, was running on fumes. Whether or not he was my nephew no longer mattered. Blood ties had no place here. He had crossed my bottom line again and again and it was about time that I reminded him who was the boss, the elder, the king.
I stepped closer. Javier retreated, one cautious footstep at a time. The valley behind him yawned like a hungry beast, eager to swallow him whole. If he kept moving back, he would stumble and fall. Maybe that was the best outcome for him—a graceless plunge into the a
