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33: AMAYA’S POV
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2026-04-30 05:36:49
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 35: VICTOR’S POV
I sat behind my large desk in Sicily and stared at the grainy, long-lens photograph spread across the wooden table. In all my life, I have never felt more shocked, insulted and infuriated. In the photo, the sun was setting over a private stretch of white sand. A woman stood there, her jet black hair unmistakable even from a distance. She wasn't a corpse in a ditch. She wasn't charred remains in the ruins of Raul’s estate. My daughter, Amaya Vancouver. She was alive. And she was smiling at Bane Valak. "I thought she was dead," I said quietly, my voice a jagged rasp in the quiet room. "I mourned her. I burned a goddamn empty casket for her so the papers would stop hounding me, and all this time, she’s been playing house with this bastard?" Martin, my captain a man whose loyalty was more about lack of options than actual devotion shifted uncomfortably in the shadows. "The intel is solid, Don Victor. He’s been keeping her in the East wing of the Rome estate for months. Thes
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 34: BANE’S POV
The Tyrrhenian Sea was a dark, silent, beauty under the moon. It had a healing effect that nothing could ever compare with. I suppose hat was why I’d bought this place. No city noise, no sirens, no filtered reports from captains or underlings. Just the rhythmic crush of salt water against white sand. I stood on the glass-walled deck, a glass of vintage scotch in my hand. Behind me, in the open-concept living area, the soft, melancholic notes of a piano drifted through the air. Amaya was playing a tune. I recognized it from somewhere but I couldn’t place it. I enjoyed the piece all the same. She’d been different since we arrived. The irritated, annoyed young woman had been softened up by a quiet, almost ethereal curiosity. She spent hours walking the shoreline, letting the hem of her white dress get ruined by the brine, looking at the horizon. I heard the piano stop. A moment later, the sliding glass door hissed open. "The wind is changing," she said. Her voice was
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 33: AMAYA’S POV
I had a spring in my step as I made my way down the hallway that led to Bane’s office. Usually there was a crushing weight of dread that usually accompanied my walk there but today, that dread had shifted. For the first time, I was happy? Could you believe that? Me? Amaya Vancouver? Glorified prisoner of the Valak head, happy to see Bane Valak of all people? Who would have seen that coming? I pushed open the heavy oak doors without waiting for a guard’s permission. I don’t think they were even willing to deal with anymore of my shenanigans. Bane was seated behind his desk, the glow of the desk lamp casting sharp, geometric shadows across his face. He didn't look up as I entered. He was signing papers with a fountain pen, the scratching of the nib the only sound in the room. When he did look up he let out a small, exhausted sigh. Like a tired parent coming face to face with their hyperactive toddler. "I don't recall inviting you back, Amaya," he said, his voice as
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 32: AMAYA’S POV
The food on the silver tray on the bedside table had gone cold hours ago. I had no appetite whatsoever. How was I supposed to eat when Nathaniel could be getting killed at this very moment and for what? It was so unfair. "Please, Miss Amaya," Sofia pleaded, her voice trembling as she hovered near the foot of the bed. "Just a few bites. I beg of you. The Master has already asked the kitchen three times if you’ve finished. If he finds out you’re on a hunger strike, we are the ones who will pay the price." "I don't care," I whispered, my eyes fixed on the grain of the floorboards. "Let him be mad. Let him add 'starvation' to the list of things he controls in this house." "Miss, please," Maria added, her hands twisting nervously in her apron. "He’s been in a foul state since you left his office. The whole West wing is walking on glass. If you don't eat, he’ll think we aren't serving you properly." I turned my head away, burying my face in the silk pillow. "I’m not hungry.
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 31: Amaya’s POV
The silence in the East wing had grown larger that I had expected.I didn’t like that.It had been four nights since Bane had barged into my room.I couldn’t get that memory out of my head.Why did I kiss back?Why didn’t I push him away?What was happening to me?I wished that Nathaniel was at least around for me to talk to. It was always easy to have a conversation with him.I had stayed in my room, staring at the door, waiting for a letter that never came. The "Ghost" had vanished.I wondered if he had grown tired of me already.I sat by the window, my Novel open to a random page. I wasn't reading . I was letting my mind wander to all the places that I couldn’t reach."You look like a Victorian painting, Amaya. All tragic longing and pale."I turned to see Regina leaning against the doorframe. She looked as impeccable as ever.She walked in without waiting for an invitation, pouring herself a glass of water from the carafe."I’m just tired," I said, trying to keep my voice stead
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 30: Bane’s POV
The smoke from my cigar curled toward the ceiling of the study, thick and suffocating. The taste of Amaya’s lips and the ghost of her hands in my hair were a fever I couldn’t sweat out.That girl was a problem I didn’t know how to handle.A sharp knock vibrated through the heavy oak door."Enter," I said, not bothering to look up from the map spread across my desk.Nathaniel walked in. He looked like hell. Whatever he had been up to at night led to the navy sweater around him being snagged, and there was a dark, dried smear of something that looked like blood on his jaw. He’d barely had six hours of rest after a week-long haul in the North, but his posture was as straight as a bayonet."You summoned me, Uncle?" Nathaniel’s voice was raspier than usual.I finally looked at him. "The Moretti remnants are regrouping in the Calabria docks," I said, my voice cold and clinical. "They’ve secured a shipment of hardware that could tip the scales if they manage to distribute it to the loc
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 20: NATHANIEL’S POV
The hotel room in Milan was perfect. I sat by the window, the city lights blurred by a steady, relentless drizzle. My laptop was open, glowing with spreadsheets of shipments and laundered accounts, but my mind was three hundred miles south. There was a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door. I didn
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 17: AMAYA’S POV
The velvet curtains of my suite were pulled back, allowing the sun to spill across the floor. It’s been a week since the incident with the guard and for the first time I had been brought to this place, I didn’t wake up with the immediate urge to vomit. The weight of everything that happened
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 16: BANE’S POV
The hallway to the East wing felt longer than usual or maybe that was just me dragging my feet.I never would admit this out loud but going to see Amaya made me feel nervous.I have done all that I can to change that and get over whatever was wrong with me when it came to her.However, I fear tha
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 15: BANE’S POV
The iron door of the holding cell groaned on its hinges, a tortured sound that set the tone for the room beyond. I stepped into the dim, subterranean space. The smell of damp concrete and metallic blood hit me instantly. In the center of the room, strapped to a heavy wooden chair, was the ma
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