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60. Live From London.
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Retribution 61. Debt Paid Tenfold
Valencia NightingaleMy heart was still pounding desperately, eyes glued to the screen, unable to move any of limbs, rigid from the shock.Malcolm was now on his knees, his face twisted in fear, staring at that decapitated head like it was the worst thing he had ever seen. The guards were screaming, pulling him back, but I could see it in his eyes—pure terror. I had never ever seen such an expression on his face before. Even when I held his mother sword-point. My fimgers clenched at my sides,nails digging into my palms. A huge part of me wanted to cheer, to laugh at the bastard finally getting a taste of his own medicine. But the other part was reeling, shock freezing me in place.I turned to Vladislav, my mouth open, ready to demand answers but he had moved from my side. He was leaning against the control panel close to where Anatoly stood,arms crossed.His eyes were bright with amusement like the explosion was the best show he'd seen all year. "What the hell was that?" I snapp
Retribution 60. Live From London.
Valencia NightingaleThe hardwood floor was cold under my feet as I walked behind Vladislav, shoulders swaying with fluid ease towards God knows where.This floor of the mansion was foreign to me, I had never been here, Hell I didn't even know it existed. Apart from the underground vault where Vladislav and I had first signed the contract and this floor, I had practically walked through every inch of the building. My brows furrowed as I rubbed my chest, trying to massage the pain away. It wasn't as sharp as when I had first woken up, it had dulled to a throbbing sensation. That drug he'd given me—the one he said was rare—was already working. I could feel it in my bones like liquid strength, my steps were firmer and I could carry my body weight properly without feeling like I was seconds away from tumbling back to the ground. Whatever was in that stuff was magic. I shot a glance at Vladislav's back, his black shirt hiding the bite mark I'd left on his shoulder. He walked with that ea
Retribution 59. Earth To Vladislav
Vladislav Moroz."What surprise?" She asks after Anantoly was out of earshot, cheeks still burning red from our little escapade earlier. It was beyond funny seeing her so riled up about nothing, I mean, I’d seen plenty of women naked before—hundreds, maybe more. Some stripped on my orders, others threw themselves at me, desperate to trade their bodies for favors, power, or a scrap of my attention. It was nothing new. Naked skin, pleading eyes, the same old game. But Valencia? She was different. I hadn’t even been in the room when the doctor changed her clothes—he’d kicked us out for “privacy.” I’d lied about doing it myself, just to see what she’d do. And oh, she didn’t disappoint.She behaved like a hound when roused, barking and biting her way through, and God help me if that didn't excite me to the core. I could still feel the piercing pain of her teeth digging into the flesh of my shoulder. It felt good.Beyond good. So good that i-"Hello," She waved her palm around my face, drag
Retribution 58. Sex Fight? Seriously?
Valencia NightingaleTears formed at the corner of my eyes as I laughed out loud, head tipping back. The laughter had burst out of me, sharp and disbelieving at the thought of him changing my clothes."You?. You, of all people changing my clothes?" I retorted, my voice high, like Vladislav had just told the world's worst dad joke. I stood there in this oversized cotton shirt, in his fancy bedroom, my one hand on my hip, shaking my head as I slapped my knee. "Good one, Moroz. Real funny. You should actually consider being a stand-up comedian. I'll attend all your shows. No kidding"But he didn't laugh. He just stood there, a few steps away from the door frame, watching me with a bored look in his eyes and that half-smile, half-smirk of his. My stomach did a triple backflip.Wait. He actually wasn't joking.My laugh took a scary turn, trailing off awkwardly at the end. "You're serious," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You actually changed my clothes?"His smirk didn't budge. He
Retribution 57. Carousel From Hell
Valencia Nightingale My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air, gritting my teeth as pain pulsed through my chest, sharp but dull at the same time, like a bruise that wouldn't quit. I couldn't think through the persistent throbbing beneath my eyelids as my vision spun like I was in a carousel from hell, flashing with jumbled memories of the attack—gunshots cracking through the fog, the bullet slamming into me as I stood in front of Caspian. I moaned in pain as I shifted where I lay, feeling something impossibly soft beneath me, but it did nothing to dull the pressure reverbating within my skull. It took a few minutes of pained groans and cursed mumbles before the pain began to recede, and the black spots in my vision began to clear. Blinding white light burned into my eyes as they focused, forcing me to close them instantly before blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the lighting. After a few minutes of endless blinking, I caught sight of where I was finally. My shoulders
Retribution 56. Vlad the Impaler.
Vladislav MorozThe door slammed behind me as I stood by the passage, arms crossed around my chest. The doctor had announced that he needed to cut off her clothes to stitch her wounds, and it wasn't appropriate for us to be there.I almost wanted to snarl at him to have his female attendants handle it instead, but he was short on staff. My visit was impromptu. There was only a single female attendant with him, and they would have to manage it together.I had no choice. Anatoly had led Caspian to a room, probably muttering threats at him and roughing him up like a sack of grain. The young brat was surprisingly humble, face filled with regret after seeing what his stupid plans did to my...My person.I sighed, unconsciously smearing blood all over my face. I didn’t want to be involved in London's politics. But it seemed like I didn't have a choice anymore. There are just some battles that, no matter how hard we try to avoid them, they always catch up with us. I could easily kill Malco
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