Kapitel 21: Chocolate cake (2)

WILL

Last night, I wanted to kill my damn brother. I know I have said that on many occasions but this time, I quite literally feel the urge to slam his head into the nearest wall. Is he really this brainless? 

Catalina is playing him like a violin and the idiot is still too blinded to see it. All for a cake. 

The very cake I devoured in the middle of the night when they were too busy watching their movie and talking to notice me stalking to the kitchen. Yeah, that cake. I don't know what the fuck came over me. 

I don't even like chocolate cake. Unlike my brother, I dislike everything chocolate-flavored–yet another thing we never had in common as kids, and another thing Valentino had in his arsenal as one of his ways of raging war between us. He doted on Nico and always made me do or eat what Nico liked. Admittedly, I felt resentful before I understood what he was doing–not enough to be truly jealous of my brother, luckily.