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5 Years Earlier
Marnix De Léon is a fucking coward, and it turns my stomach to have
to look at him. In contrast, my father stands tall and proud. To anyone not
present in this room, you’d expect the opposite—De Léon with his head
held high, with my father’s bowed low, face in shadows. I’m not sure you’d
expect the Augustines and the De Léons in the same room at all, actually.
Not as equals anyway, but here we are.
The Augustines have returned from exile, patriarchs of each family
present and accompanied by attorneys, as if the transaction we’re carrying
out is in any way legal.
The next generation is here too. My brother, Caius. Me. De Léon’s son,
Odin. No women, though. They’re not necessary for this part. Not yet.
Even then, we only need the one—although she’s not quite a woman
yet. That’s the part that bothers me. It makes me lose sleep at night, but I
know what I have to do, what role I’m meant to play.
And she will be a woman soon enough.
“Santos.” My father calls my name.
I shift my gaze past Caius to him. Should Caius be the one named on
that contract? He would be if it hadn’t been for me. My father adopted
Caius when he married our mother. I am not first born, but I am blood-born.
Caius stands like a statue, hands folded in front of him and face as
unreadable as ever as I proceed toward the older men. I wonder what my
brother is thinking. Would he want this if it was his to take? If she was his
to take? Spoils of war.
“Father,” I say.
De Léon’s irritated gaze follows me as I step up to the desk. You’d
never know looking at him that he buried his brother-in-law today.
I don’t bother acknowledging him. He fucked up. Overreached. This is
the consequence of thinking too highly of oneself, believing oneself
untouchable. No one is untouchable.
De Léon turns the fountain pen over to me. I see where the ink of his
signature is drying, smeared where the crease of his fist had rubbed against
it. He signed with a flair I’m not surprised to see. He’s arrogant. We’ve
always known that about Marnix De Léon. That arrogance has led to his
I meet De Léon’s flat eyes, which are colorless and washed out. I glance
to my father, who gives me a victorious smile. I don’t take the pen. “Where
is your daughter?” I ask De Léon.
“She is unnecessary. I decide for her.”
Is he trying to protect her, I wonder? Fatherly love? No, that’s not it. I
know enough about the family to be certain of that fact.
The corners of my mouth lift into what I don’t think anyone would call
a smile. “You don’t decide anything,” I remind him. He used to, but times
He gestures to one of his men standing by the door, but De Léon’s son,
Odin, steps out of his corner and blocks his path.
“No need,” he says.
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