19. Her Grave Rogue's POV I was filled with enrage to my very toes, my breathing coming out warm like a dragon's breath before it spits fire. It was hard to come to terms that the survivors of Venturi used the son of one of the Alphas who have vowed their loyalty to me with an Omertà. They wouldn't do it unless the guy was involved some or the other way with them. None of them was alive so I had no way to find out if this guy was one of the members of The Venturi. My first instinct was to take him to Seattle and throw him in the torture cellar until he rot there of starvation and daily punishment. My men would kiss the ground I walk on and be cheerful for as long as there is any ounce of life left in him that can be tortured. But then I assessed the wounds on his body. The burn marks were caused using a hot rod or another metal object. He was already so tortured that he could barely stand on his legs without quivering. Punishing a half-dead person is not as satisfying as punishing
20. Her eternal prisonKat's POVSo we're leaving. I mean to say, bailing out.It's one in the early morning and I'm with my family jammed in a truck. The winds smacked our faces wildly as we moved on full speed, going out of Yakima somewhere only my father knew. When we boarded the truck at ten in the night after having a quick supper to get away to avoid fatal consequences, I felt my vision overlapping with tears. I didn't think one day I would have to run away from my house like this. Thanks to my father. All the credits go to him. My father, the disgusting alpha, made a promise— that I believe he shouldn't have if he didn't have the balls to fulfill it— and he made it so truthfully that the mafia boss that both intimidated and intoxicated me with his presence and features was convinced that my father would follow through with it.He didn't look like the foolish types. My father did fool him though. And now we are all— by all I mean my loathsome mother, dickless father, dimwit br
21. Kat kidnapped Rogue's POVI was back to The Drifters' clubhouse, sitting in the middle of the sofa. A leg crossed on the other, my shirt out of the band of my formal pants. With my sleeves rolled up and back comfortably hovering over the not-so-comfortable couch, I took a sip of my whiskey. The sound of approaching steps caused my mouth to lift. Taking a deep gulp, I looked to my right at Sergey. His expressions told the news he had come here to deliver it before he voiced it out. "You were right, boss. Lincoln Raynott escaped with his family." I took another sip and turned my face to the right at Ajax. He was already looking at me when I turned to him. Giving him a small smirk I spoke, "I am bored, Castillo. Why don't you call your girls for some entertainment." He nodded and the girls were presented. All curvy and hot— but hardly dressed up. Their hair was open. A lot of cakey makeup with loud and bold eye-shadow. One came to sit in my lap. Fury seared through me as I witne
22. Little captiveRogue's POVI flew back to Seattle with my men right after sacking Lincoln Raynott's daughter— oops, correction— his payment that has been due for twenty-one years. Today was the day of settling his debts, which I am afraid won't be accomplished as I stole his payment from him.Cezar came to pick me up at the airport. But the moment his eyes fell on the sacked up unconscious girl thrown over my shoulder, a grim look marred his facial features."Boss," He bowed in respect and led me toward the car as he continued to send despiteful look at my shoulder.When we were in the car and driving towards my mansion, I shot up a convo with Cezar, "How has everything been in Seattle?""As usually under control.""Hmm. Any mishap noted in the casinos?""None that I know of."
23. Not scared of me?! Kat's POV I hit my head against the headboard as I frantically sat up when the veil of sleep lifted from my eyes. I was ready to scream and wail on top of my lungs as I thought I'd find myself naked and bruised in a bed with baldy Babbiani snoring happily for having ripped my vagina apart beside me in the bed. The realization of getting up to the view of an empty bed and bright surroundings glowing with warm sun rays hit me like a spear with full force. I blinked my eyes and let my surroundings sink in fully. I was alone in a room maintained with care. This was much better than my old rooms and it was unlike the ones I was acquainted with in Israel Babbiani's dwelling in the middle of the forest. The window was, in contrast with the one I had in my old room, wide open. The curtains flowed with trespassing air and the chirping of birds sounded like the morning melody some old people like to start their day with. There was minimal furniture and rugs on the f
24. Wolf attack Rogue's POV I attended an online meeting with Unholy Allies to share weekly updates in our cities. None of them had anything major happening. Only I had a blast and a crucial man from my crew dying, followed by a kidnap and a handful of killings I committed to accomplish my task of kidnapping Lincoln Raynott's daughter. Everyone was amazed, their mouths dropping. They asked me whether the girl was hot and I felt anger bubbling in my chest like a volcano before eruption. I had no ties with the girl. She was no one to me. I was barely her captor and supposed to talk about her body— like other mafia kidnappers— but deep down I felt like I needed to keep her a secret. My dirty secret. It made no sense to myself as well. And hence, I made an excuse and left the meeting first. At my casino having a meeting regarding shipment of drugs to a state in North America, all I did was nod my head and hmm when I felt like I was being referred to. Because my mind was occupied. My s
25. An Omertà Kathrine's POV I shivered with a bone-rattling wave of horror crawling up my spine. I held the blanket right to my chest and attempted to keep sobs from spilling from my mouth. "I didn't see you. Nobody did, alright." The tall mafia King spoke with a hiss. I looked down and closed my eyes, letting the rivulets of sorrow trail down my cheeks. It's not like I am unseen or untouched. My body has endured assaults I wouldn't want to go through them again. I've roamed bottom naked in my room not too long ago with men looking at me closely. However, having been seen like this by men other than I knew tormented my insides. I pressed my lips together but the sobs still spilled. "You fainted, alright. I just carried you after your shift and put you on the bed." He said, and this time he blew out a heavy breath and rolled his eyes. I took a peek from between my fingers that I had covered my face with, and noticed his face was red. Not with anger but more with embarrassment.
26. Earn it "What? Eat it now." Mr. Mafia King's voice was lazy. He got me treated and an injection was given to me to deal with the pain. His doctor buddy, who goes by the name Feto, said might bother me at night while sleeping. At the moment I was dressed in a t-shirt Mr. Mafia King provided me to wear with his shorts that I secured with a safety pin around my tiny waist, sitting in the kitchen to have dinner with him. I really looked like a kid in his clothing when I viewed myself in the mirror. It wasn't very comfortable but better than the dress I was forced to wear. My birthday dress was gross and I didn't want to put it on myself for the second time. I hadn't wanted to put it on even for once. I couldn't have been any happier when I picked it up and tossed it in the bin that was too small to contain it. Pulling my thighs together I skeptically eyed the plate of sandwiches, "I am not hungry." "But I hear your stomach counter!" "It's.... It's nothing." "I know you'