Whenever they make a laudable feat to establish an altruistic compromise, they always land themselves in some sort of bedraggled strait. The main cause of most of their disputes was their massive egos.
But this time was different, Ernesto was right. Damien let out a defeated sigh. He was a coward. He should have done what he did today, years ago. He should have freed their father long ago.
However, Damien overlooked the derisive slur, staring straight into Ernesto's caramel eyes that were shodded with solicitude, one that Damien knew all too well.
Now that they had succeeded in freeing their father, how long would it last?
