Hearts Divided: A Mafia-Superhero Love Triangle, Volume 1

Chapter 33 - Cain

I stayed in bed for hours, unable to shut my eyes. My gaze was fixed on the ceiling, picturing Scarlett wrapped in Blaze's embrace. The thought of them together was unbearable; it haunted me like an unshakeable shadow.

Anger boiled in my veins. Every woman I cared about favored Blaze over me. I had everything Blaze had and more, so why wasn't I good enough? Was it because Blaze had a bigger one? Did it give them more pleasure? To hell with his superpowers. I quickly dismissed the ideas when I realized I was thinking about Blaze's dick. What could be so appealing about him? I doubted women were attracted to the scar he had on his left cheek and jaw. It gave him personality, but it wasn't that attractive.

After struggling to find a comfortable position in bed, I finally admitted defeat and accepted the fact that sleep was not going to come easily. I dragged myself into the shower, praying that the frigid water would help calm my agitated state. My nerves were already on edge.

As soon as I tossed my clothes onto the tiled floor, I stepped into the shower. My mind kept circling back to Scarlett—her fear etched into my memory, even though I had no intention of harming her. At least not on purpose. I finally understood why Blaze enjoyed toying with her - she was so easily manipulated, and when she was afraid, she resembled a deer frozen in front of headlights.

Considering she was always taking antidepressants, it's possible that her true personality is nothing like this. I often wonder what Scarlett was like before the medication. If I had met her back then and asked her to inflict physical pain on me, would she have been capable of doing it? The thought of her tracing one of my knives over my abdomen and prodding me gently sent a thrill through me. But I resisted the temptation to pleasure myself in the shower, feeling pathetic and lonely while she was a few rooms away with Blaze.

After stepping out of the shower, I swiftly wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to the mirror to shave. As I looked at my reflection, a memory came flooding back: the picture she had on her phone of me. It was during the worst time of my life; I didn't even recognize myself anymore. I hadn't showered or shaved in days, let alone gotten a haircut. Back then, even a homeless person would have looked more put-together than me.

As I let my thoughts drift back to her apartment, I couldn't help but wonder what I might find if I were to venture there again. Gratefully, she didn't seem as giddy as she had before. After witnessing their kiss, I marched up to the bartender and firmly requested that he stop serving her alcohol. Upon seeing me, the bartender's face drained of color, and he quickly agreed—something must have happened. But since no one had made a complaint, I chose to leave things as they were for now.

I was nearly done shaving when I received a notification from Kristopher. Curiosity piqued, and I unlocked my phone to see a photo of an icy bottle of beer with a question mark in the caption. Without hesitation, I responded with "on my way" before setting down the razor and making my way back to the cabin to change clothes.

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Adorned in shades of ocean blue and sand, the bar's interior mirrored the allure of the ocean. Brass accents shimmered under the ambient lighting, casting a warm glow that danced across the polished surfaces. Marine-themed artifacts adorned the walls, from ship wheels to weathered maps, weaving a seafaring narrative.

My gaze wandered out to sea as Kristopher did the same next to me. It had been quite some time since we'd been here, but neither of us had exchanged a word so far.

"So what are you going to do now? Everyone assumes she's your girlfriend," he asked as he lit a cigarette.

"I don't have a strategy", I answered honestly. "I don't know what to do".