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The last ride

Penulis: Holland Ross
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-20 16:40:45

Serena:

The rain blurred everything.

Cold needles stabbing my skin, water mixing with the blood on my hands, on theirs. I kicked, thrashed, teeth snapping at the arm around my throat, but it didn’t matter. They carried me like I was nothing, a prize.

My lungs seized, panic chewing through every breath. Behind me, muffled by the storm and the slamming of the door, I swore I could still hear them—Luca’s voice, hoarse and breaking; Nico’s fury cutting like a knife.

But they weren’t here.

I was alone.

Umbra’s men shoved me forward, their boots pounding the wet pavement. My knees scraped the ground when I stumbled, but they hauled me upright again, grip bruising. Their faces blurred in the dark, eyes too sharp, teeth flashing when they grinned.

“You fight good,” one of them rasped, dragging me close. His breath reeked of iron and rot. “Almost wolf enough already.”

I spat in his face. My spit mixed with rain, running down his cheek. He laughed.

Umbra’s voice cut through the storm, raw but s
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    The fog had finally lifted, and the world felt impossibly still. The coast stretched beneath us, cliffs jagged and fierce, waves rolling in endless rhythm. The ocean smelled like salt and freedom, a promise that maybe — just maybe — we had survived.I leaned into Nico’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. His arms wrapped around me, firm and unyielding, a shield I didn’t want to let go of. Every muscle in my body ached, but the soreness didn’t matter. I was alive. He was alive. And we were together.“I never thought we’d make it,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely audible over the ocean’s roar.Nico pressed a kiss to the top of my head, fingers threading into my hair with that familiar, possessive tenderness. “I never stopped thinking we would. You… you were the reason.”I lifted my head to look at him, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes, noticing the cuts and dirt smeared across his skin. He looked like war and heartbreak and survival all wrapped into

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Through fire and fog

    NicoThe fog had thinned slightly, revealing twisted rock and jagged terrain, but danger was everywhere. Shadows moved in the distance — scouts, reinforcements, men who hadn’t given up yet. Every step we took was measured, deliberate, and soaked in blood and fear.Serena pressed against my side, her hand clinging to mine, trembling. Her face was pale, streaked with mud and dried blood, but alive. That was all that mattered. All that had ever mattered.“Stay close,” I whispered, scanning the ridge with the rifle I could barely hold steady. “They won’t give up until one of us is dead.”Luca and Matteo moved ahead, silent and deadly. Their eyes were sharp, scanning the fog. Weapons poised, every muscle ready. We had survived ambushes before, but nothing like this — nothing like what waited for us here.Then the first shot rang out, sharp, close. Pain tore through my chest as instinct surged — dive, move, return fire. The fight was on.SerenaThe first bullet tore through the mist, embedd

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Edge of the storm

    SerenaThe shelter was nothing more than a crumbling rock overhang, jagged and uneven, but it offered a momentary reprieve. I pressed myself against the cold stone, shivering, trying to steady my breathing. Every muscle ached, my side throbbed with each inhale, and every sound of the mountains — snapping branches, distant rocks tumbling — made my heart spike.Nico crouched beside me, eyes scanning the fog-shrouded peaks, hand resting lightly on my back. “You’re hurt more than you’re letting me see,” he murmured, voice low, taut with worry.“I’m fine,” I whispered, though the tremor in my hands betrayed me. “I can move.”He didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for my wrist, pressing it against my side, checking for bleeding, his thumb brushing over my skin. Every touch was electricity, every glance a lifeline. “We’re not safe yet,” he said, voice rough. “Stay close. Don’t move unless I say.”From the ridge above, I heard Luca’s voice, steady and precise. “We’ve got eyes on movement. Scout

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   The breath between us

    SerenaMy legs burned with every step, my side a sharp, gnawing pain that refused to fade. The fog clung to me like a living thing, hiding the world and twisting every shape into something threatening. My breath came ragged, each inhale a knife in my chest.And then I heard it — a rustle, deliberate, familiar. My heart skipped, and my stomach tightened. He’s close.I stumbled forward, hand clutching the necklace like a lifeline, eyes straining through the thick gray. My boots slipped on wet rocks, mud spraying my legs. I fell hard, hands scraping against moss-covered stone, but a low, ragged voice cut through the fog.“Serena!”My chest nearly shattered. Relief, terror, and disbelief collided inside me. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain, stumbling toward the sound. Every second felt like a lifetime. Every heartbeat screamed that he was near, that he was alive, that he hadn’t given up.And then — a shadow moved ahead, blurred but unmistakable—his silhouette.I gasped, calling h

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    SerenaThe mountain narrowed, jagged rocks forcing me to crawl at times, my side screaming with every shift. Fog pressed against me, damp and suffocating, hiding everything — the cabin, the world I had known, and Nico. I stumbled over a root and fell hard against the wet earth, gasping. My hands were slick with blood and mud, slipping over stones.A sharp wind carried a faint sound: a footstep? A whisper? I froze, heart hammering. My ears strained, every branch snap a potential threat. I pressed my back against the rock face, barely daring to breathe. The fog moved like a living thing, curling around me, hiding predators and salvation alike.My fingers brushed something metallic. My necklace, half-buried in the mud from yesterday. I clutched it like a talisman, drawing a shallow, desperate breath. I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.The mountain seemed endless, each ridge and dip hiding shadows, each sound magnified. I could hear the faint murmur of the river far below, a distant, con

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Echoes in the fog

    SerenaThe mountains were silent, except for the whisper of fog through the trees and the distant, cruel crash of waves far below. My legs screamed with every step, muscles trembling, blood searing through the side I hadn’t even realized had been cut. My breaths came shallow and fast, each inhale tasting of salt, smoke, and fear.I paused, pressed against a rock, forehead slick with sweat and rain. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely grasp the pistol I’d kept tucked at my waist. I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me; the fog was a living thing, curling around the trees, swallowing the world.I tried to tell myself it was only a moment — only a stretch of fog and wet rock separating me from safety. Nico was alive. Luca was alive. But the echoes of yesterday’s chaos reverberated in my head: the warehouse, the shattered glass, Matteo, the blood. And worst of all, the memory of Nico’s eyes as the cabin fell apart, realizing I was gone.I swallowed the lump in my t

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