Night of vendetta

Kaiden Mae Ashworth
My life is a gilded cage full of luxury and wealth. Pre-written words, forced smiles, a straight spine and Bradley Sorensen. Damned bad luck that my gaze has always drifted just a little to the side to his younger brother.
Killian was always the rogue, the bastard, the madman. The one who tormented me with his aggressive outbursts and provocations, which I refused to respond to.
Last Vendetta Night, I took off my mask and let him in further than anyone else.
I fucked up.
And now I have to go back and face him... and I have no idea how.
Killian Payne Sorenson
Kaiden Mae Ashworth. A thorn in my side. A twitch in my fingers. The origin of every fall down the endless spiral of shit into nothingness.
I always knew about her. But she wasn't destined for me. She wasn't, because I wasn't worthy. It was my dearest little brother Bradley who would one day get everything in this family. The family business, a law degree and the girl of his dreams.
If he knew what exactly happened between me and that innocent-looking beast last Vendetta Night, he'd never come home with her. But as always, when it came to interpersonal relationships and a bit of empathy, he didn't have the slightest fucking clue.
It's been exactly one year. Another Vendetta Night is coming, and with it, the time for revenge. And I can't fucking wait for her to taste at least a fraction of the pain she drove into my chest.
“I hope you sleep a dreamless sleep tonight, because the lunatics have taken over the asylum.” A catchy fucking tune, eh Kaiden?