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Blood Of My Blood

ผู้เขียน: Tori A. de
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-15 22:40:00

Tatiana

I screamed his name. I slapped his face. I pressed my ear against his chest and listened, my own heart stopped, my lungs frozen, until I heard it—a faint, erratic beat, a fluttering bird trapped in a cage of broken ribs. He was unconscious. Not dead. Not yet.

I dragged him to the bed. It was impossible—he outweighed me by half, all muscle and bone and dead weight—but adrenaline is a kind of madness, and I lifted him inch by inch across the floor until I could roll him ont
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  • A Prey For My Enemy   Guns And Sound

    Tatiana I thought of my mother. I thought of her pearls around my throat, the weight of them, the history. I thought of Kain on the floor of the cabin, trying to stand, trying to reach me. I thought of Leo, small and brave, handing his father a knife.And I waited for the cut.But it didn't come.Instead, a gunshot cracked through the morning air, so close that the car windows rattled, and Julian jerked backward, his eyes wide, his hand falling away from my face. The Godfather's pistol was suddenly in his hand, raised, aimed out the window, and I heard shouting from the ridge, the sound of men running, boots on gravel.Another gunshot. Then another.I looked up. Through the window, I could see the cabin below. The door was open. And in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a knife in one hand and his son's small body shielded behind him, was Kain.He was bleeding. He was broken. He was standing on legs that should not have held him, his face a

  • A Prey For My Enemy   The Patriarch's Price

    TatianaThe grass was wet and it soaked through the satin of my dress, climbing upward in cold fingers that gripped my ankles, my calves, the hem of a wedding gown that had never been meant for walking. I moved toward the tree line with my chin lifted and my hands open at my sides, the posture of a woman surrendering, and with every step I felt the pistol dig into the small of my back where I had tucked it beneath the corset laces. It was a hard, patient weight, a secret that burned against my spine, and I counted my breaths the way I had once counted ceiling tiles—one, steady; two, steady; three, do not tremble.The men emerged from the shadows like ghosts materializing out of fog. There were six of them that I could see, though I knew from the Godfather's phone call that there were more on the ridge, their scopes trained on the cabin behind me, their fingers resting on triggers that needed only a whisper to fire. They wore dark clothing without insignia, the same tact

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Blood Of My Blood

    TatianaI screamed his name. I slapped his face. I pressed my ear against his chest and listened, my own heart stopped, my lungs frozen, until I heard it—a faint, erratic beat, a fluttering bird trapped in a cage of broken ribs. He was unconscious. Not dead. Not yet.I dragged him to the bed. It was impossible—he outweighed me by half, all muscle and bone and dead weight—but adrenaline is a kind of madness, and I lifted him inch by inch across the floor until I could roll him onto the mattress beside Leo. The boy stirred but did not wake, his hand reaching out instinctively and finding Kain's torn sleeve, curling around the fabric with a trust that made my throat close.I worked through the night. I used every blanket, every strip of cloth, every bottle of antiseptic and suture thread I found in Kain's medical kit. I stitched the wound in his side with hands that shook so badly I had to stop every few minutes to press them against my stomach and breathe. I set his b

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Leo

    TatianaWhen Leo finally slept, I laid him on the bed and covered him with every blanket I could find. Then I searched the cabin. Kain had prepared it with the same meticulous paranoia he applied to everything. Beneath the floorboards, I found a metal box. Inside: cash in three currencies, passports with blank photographs, a satellite phone, ammunition, and a sealed envelope with my name written in his handwriting.My hands trembled so badly I tore the envelope opening it.Tatiana,If you are reading this, I did not make it. I am sorry. I am sorry for the kidnapping, for the fortress, for every moment of fear I caused you before I understood that you were not a possession to be guarded but a person to be trusted. I am sorry I could not be the man you needed. I am sorry I could not be the father Leo deserved.Take him east. The map in this box shows a village on the coast of Montenegro. There is a woman there, nameless in these pages, who owes me a debt. She

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Salt And Wound

    TatianaThe boat smelled of diesel and fish and the copper-sweet rot of blood that would not wash out no matter how many waves broke over the gunwale. I sat in the stern with Leo curled against my chest, his small body rigid with a silence that was worse than crying, and I stared at the horizon where the estate had disappeared into a smear of grey and flame until my eyes burned and I could not tell if the redness was from smoke or from tears I was too numb to feel. My hands moved automatically, stroking the boy's hair, adjusting the blanket Dmitri had thrown over us, pressing against the bruises on my arms and ribs to remind myself that I was still alive, still breathing, still existing in a world where the man I loved had walked into fire and not walked out.Dmitri said nothing. He stood at the wheel with his back to us, his shoulders hunched against the wind, his coat snapping around him like a flag of surrender. He had not asked about Kain. He had not needed to. The

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Learning To Love

    TatianaThe Godfather smiled. He reached into his jacket and withdrew a pistol, not aimed at Kain, not aimed at me, but pressed against the side of the boy's head with a gentleness that was more terrifying than any shouted threat. The child went still. He did not cry. He simply stood there, his grey eyes fixed on his father, waiting for a rescue he had been taught not to expect."You always were predictable," the Godfather said softly, his gaze never leaving Kain's face. "I knew you would come for her. But I also knew you would come for him. Blood calls to blood, doesn't it? Even when the blood is broken. Even when the son is a disappointment." He pressed the barrel harder against the boy's temple, and I saw Kain's finger twitch on the trigger of his rifle, saw the muscle in his jaw jump with a violence that threatened to crack his teeth. "Drop the weapon, my son. Drop it, or I complete the family tradition of removing what you love."The garden was frozen. The guar

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Stepbrother Kidnapped

    -Tatiana-I slapped my hands against the cool window and watched the house shrink behind us. Every light in the dining room still blazed. No one left to turn them off. No one left to do anything.“Why them and not me?” I asked again. “I promise you I am of no use to you alive.” Why do I have to be

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Hostage Meal

    -TATIANA- Tatiana was destroying the bedroom. Drawers hung open, clothes scattered across the floor like she was searching for something that might magically appear if she just kept tearing through everything. The broken lamp base she tried to cave my skull in with earlier skidded across the hardw

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Blood on the Tablecloth

    -TATIANA-I watched my family die between bites of rosemary lamb, and the worst part was how ordinary it felt.Dad had just raised his glass, to give a toast to loyalty, bloodlines, keeping the family strong when the first shot rang through the dining room.Next, a wet slap of blood hit the tableclo

  • A Prey For My Enemy   Prison Transfer

    -Tatiana-The car finally rolled to a stop. Gravel popped under the tires, and my stomach twisted because it sounded too much like something breaking. I pressed back into the seat anyway, like that would change anything. Julian’s name hit me like a lifeline. My secret boyfriend who's also my fami

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