God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

Call me as soon as possible, Bran. No matter how hard it is, I want you to remember that you have a family who loves you and would stand behind you no matter what. You’re not alone, son. Okay?

Best dad reward goes to my man Levi :((

Yeah, but he seems normal. Because he fakes it. I fake it, too, but I don’t tell him that.

Get the gun

We’re already over, aren’t we?

Brandon sweetie. YOU AREN THEKPINFG YIUR FUCJING CASE

His answer comes in the most beautiful form. My lotus flower sighs with resignation as he crashes his lips to mine.

Shelter by sleep token just started playing get the fucking gun fuck I love them

His noises of desire are mine. His body is mine. He’s all mine

“Fucking beautiful.” My heart thumps louder. I’ve missed those words and that look. I’ve fucking missed being looked at as if he really thinks I’m beautiful.

“Is that a good thing?” He shakes his head, sending water flying everywhere. “No, it’s not. And stop that. Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grabs my cheeks with wet fingers. “Let me lick your face.” “Hard pass.”

But then again, no one listens to Lan, even though he’s always right.

Only Dad backed up my shenanigans.” “He seems cool.” “Coolest dad ever.

He is

“I used to play football in high school, but I didn’t only do it because I was good at it. I loved the adrenaline.” “American football, I presume.” “The only football.” “The only football is the one kicked by an actual foot and is the most popular sport in the world.” He shrugs. “You mean soccer?” “Don’t call it that in my presence. Disgusting.”

“I lied. I don’t only want a morning kiss.” His lips ghost over mine. “I need a morning fuck as well.” This man will fucking destroy me. I just hope I don’t destroy him in the process.

Not to be a stalker, but I kind of ended up at the grocery store Bran frequents. What? It’s his fault that I miss him as soon as we’re apart.

So..totally a stalker

Don’t skip classes, Nikolai. I’ll see you later. So yeah, I totally skipped classes. I actually left that class while reading his last text and rode my bike all the way here.

A larger guy shoves another one against the wall with a tight grip on his T-shirt’s collar, and I hear, “Shut the fuck up.” Any other time, I’d ignore this and change my position to continue stalking my Bran. Something stops me, though. The guy who’s been shoved against the wall is familiar. Wait…is that…? “Gaz?” I ask, walking toward them. Sure enough, my cousin looks up, his fist clenched in the other man’s shirt. An older man—at least early to mid-thirties—who’s dressed in a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and leather shoes. His dark hair is slicked back and his expression is solemn. He looks at me with complete disregard, as if I just intruded on his fun. I flex my fist and make sure he sees it. This fucker will be buried six feet under before he attempts to harm my cousin. “What’s your name, motherfucker, and what’s your favorite way to die?” “Niko, it’s not…” Gareth trails off on a wince when the asshole tightens his grip on his shirt. “Step the fuck away from him.” I stride toward them. “Now.” “Who the fuck are you?” the man asks, his accent distinctively American, his expression entirely murderous. I’m going to break his face for daring to touch my family. “My cousin, Nikolai.” Gareth shoves him away. “Please leave, sir.” “Sir?” I echo. “Why the fuck are you calling him sir?” “He’s my professor. Kayden Lockwood.” Gareth stands beside me, his expression closed off as he stares at the man. He narrows his eyes on me before he looks my cousin up and down. “We are ...

HEHEHEHEE

“Niko, no.” He grabs my arm. “Don’t…tell Kill. Don’t tell anyone about what you just saw.” “Why not…? Fuck me.” I pause. “Is this that man you told me about that time? The only one you’re attracted to?” Gareth’s lips part. “N-no.” “You just stuttered. You never stutter.”

You have two hundred seventeen lashes on your right eye and two hundred twelve lashes on your left one.” His lips part. “You…counted them?” “Almost every night since you stayed over. That’s last night’s count. Might change today. You tend to lose some on your left eye.” “But why would you count my lashes?” “I love them. They’re dark and long and so fucking pretty when you’re sleeping. Besides, no one but me can count them, so that’s a huge bonus.”

If I wasn’t sure before, I am now. I’m completely and irrevocably in trouble because of Brandon King.

Give yourself a pat on the crown for being a motherfucking elite seducer, Kolya.

He can also be surprisingly possessive—though not as unhinged as I am since I literally threaten to break the arm of anyone who touches him. The other day, I ran into Simon at one of the coffee shops and he started being touchy as usual before I pushed him away. Turns out, Bran saw it and sent me this gem of a text. You better remember who the fuck you belong to, Nikolai. Did I print that text and frame it? Possibly.

PLEASE I NEED TO MAKE THIS AND PUT IT OB MY WALL

He’ll break one day and I’ll be there to pick him up with open arms and an open mouth. I’m wearing him down and he’s totally falling for me. Okay, I’m being delusional again. While he doesn’t actually love me, he cares.

and I held a coming-out orgy party. Jeremy definitely left that one as early as he possibly could. Kill stayed.

“You usually have a hickey here. You can’t see it, but whenever you pull your hair up, it’s visible.” I touch the back of my neck. That sly fucking bastard. He’s been leaving hickeys all this time? And here I thought he just loved kissing me there. “Jer.” “What?” “I can’t take this, he’s so fucking adorable.” “For leaving a hickey?” “For staking a claim and being sneaky about it while complaining that I leave too many.”

“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask in a voice I don’t recognize. “Fucking look at me, Brandon!” He slowly raises his head, his lips trembling. “You cut yourself?” My words are low, but they’re so loud in the silence. “Why?” “Because I’m fucked up.” His voice sounds like death’s lullaby, anguished and shattered. “Because I look at myself in the mirror and get the urge to shatter it to pieces. Because I’ve been haunted by the bitter taste of nausea and self-loathing for so long, I don’t know how to live without them. I was doing fine, pretending and putting on a façade, so why the fuck did you ruin that? Why did you come into my life and destroy every wall I built and ruin every lie I told myself? Why do you touch me like I’m beautiful? Why don’t you hate me when I can’t stand my-fucking-self?” “I can’t hate you, baby. It’s impossible.” I lift his wrist up and brush my lips at the edge of the cut.

Seems that Bran runs way deeper than I thought, but as he hangs on to me as if I’m his only anchor, I know that I’ll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.

Holding back every tear I love them

I’m sorry. Fuck you and your fucking brother.

Just dock the gunfuck

“Not sure he’ll like Nikolai, though. He’s a massive menace.”

....oh sweetie you should've read your father back when he was in high school..

know it’s their dynamic and they’ve been like that their entire lives, but he needs to stop putting his fucking hands on him or I’ll break them. Good grief. Where did that violent thought come from?

Lan scans his surroundings and then flashes us a diabolical smirk. “What’s with the tense atmosphere? I thought this was a birthday. Also, did someone mention the word ‘ruin’?”

Says the god of fucking ruin

he’s also levelheaded and charismatic to a fault.

...leveled where..

“Uh…so…remember Killian?” His lips part. “Please don’t tell me you’re with your sister’s boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend?” “What? No. Of course not, Dad.” “Ew, Levi.” Mum smacks his hand. “Fine, okay.” He releases a breath. “It can’t be worse than that.” “He’s his cousin.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Dad’s face literally pales and I kind of feel bad for him.

“Please tell me he’s the levelheaded cousin who keeps him in check.” “To be honest, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Killian is definitely the one who keeps Nikolai in check.” “Fuck my life.” He exhales. “Astrid, Princess. I think I’m having a heart attack.” “Dad…are you okay?” I study him closely. “I’m actually not with him right now, so you don’t have to worry.” “Oh, screw that.” Mum shakes him again. “Your dad just needs to stop being a baby.” Coincidentally, Dad’s expression returns to normal. “You’re not together, you said?” “Levi!” Mum scolds. “What? I can’t have this bunch of psychos corrupting my children. I’m sure you’ll find someone better, son.”

He can’t possibly be worse than Killian. Anyone is better than Killian. It was an exaggeration on Bran’s part to emotionally prepare me. Again, no one can be worse than Killian.

Those were the thoughts I had before I went to bed last night, and I woke up today in a proper fantastic mood. Until now. Or, more accurately, since I walked into the kitchen and saw the motherfucking gangster who’s built like a fucking wall, standing beside my son.

PLEASSEES

Dear fucking God, I know you’re out there somewhere and I beg you, take this arsehole and give my son a normal lover. Just once, I want fucking normal.

Says the most UNNORMAL MAN

First I get a psycho son. Okay, fine. Love that. Best challenge of my life and pretty sure I passed it. I didn’t need to have my daughter with a psycho boyfriend.

And now, it’s the psycho’s psycho fu...

“Levi!” My wife pulls on my shirt’s sleeve from her position on the table beside me. “You’re staring.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I was supposed to be fucking glaring,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear.

LMAFKFO

“Don’t ma’am me. Just call me Astrid. Make yourself comfortable and treat this like your home.” “I wouldn’t recommend that.” I cut my toast with scrambled eggs and glare at him.

“Aw, such good manners.” My wife smiles. “And don’t worry, you’re welcome here any time.” “I wouldn’t use the word welcome.” “Dad,” Bran mouths pleadingly and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

mean.” His smirk disappears. “I was the one who noticed him first.” “And you couldn’t keep your attention to yourself?” “Levi.” Astrid pinches my thigh beneath the table. “I’m afraid not, sir,” he answers with a straight face. “It was my destiny to meet your son and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Bran ducks his head and smiles as he spreads an unhealthy amount of apricot jam on some toast. My heart kind of fucking bursts. I haven’t seen my son smile so broadly since…well, his pre-teenage years.

a proud father I love levi

“You’re not stupid. Besides, Lan finds ninety-nine percent of the human population mentally challenged, so he’s the problem.” Is he consoling him right now? Dear God, please blind my fucking eyes. “As long as you don’t think that, I couldn’t care less about Landon’s opinion of me.”

LMADOFO

“Absolutely not,” my wife says. “You’re our guest.” “Not one I approve of.” “Levi, seriously. Shouldn’t you be going to work?” She hikes a hand on her hip and offers me her stern look. “I’m calling in sick.” I’m literally sick to my fucking stomach over the thought of yet another one of my children leaving the nest.

“So what? Those don’t make his personality. Since when do you judge a book by its cover?” “Since it walks into my house and steals my son.”

:(((( HD Hyrum GRT thguj

I think I’m depressed. Aiden Midlife crisis? Is that why you called in sick? More like theft-of-my-children crisis. No one told me they’d slip away one by one. Xander Tell me about it, Captain. I still can’t believe my baby bee has some lizard boyfriend. Ronan An actual lizard? Bloody hell, Xan. What happened to baby Cecy? Xander He’s a person, but I’d rather think of him as a lizard so he doesn’t grow on me. I like that idea. Dehumanization won’t allow them to grow on me. Though I really doubt it with this one. Why can’t we invent a time machine so they’ll stay young forever? Cole Don’t even remind me of that, Captain. I get nightmares about the day my babies will introduce me to some fuckers. Aiden Pretty sure you know at least one of them, if not two. Cole What are you insinuating? Aiden You might want to sit down for this. Cole Sit down for what? Aiden One day, my Eli will marry your Ava and we’ll be in-laws. Xander Jesus. Is that a script for a horror film? Aiden A reality show. Cole I’ll kill him first, Aiden. You know that. Aiden Good luck trying to stop my son. We King men always get what we want.

“I love you so much.” She kisses me, and I’m done for. I’ll think about everything else later. Now, I need to be there for the love of my life. My wife. My forever.

GET THE TISSUES NOW GET THR GUN AS WELL

I tug my shirt off and strip out of my sweats and boxers on my way to the bathroom. I don’t even care that I’ve thrown them on the ground a la Nikolai.

“Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”

Thus fucking line is gonna gettattoooed on me idgaf

If a few weeks ago someone had told me my lotus flower would be taking me on one date, let alone three, I would’ve called an ambulance.

The uncle, Aiden, is Levi 2.0 and even told me, “Listen, kid, you hurt my nephew and no one will know where you disappear to, got it?”