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34: BANE’S POV
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2026-04-30 05:36:57
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 41: Bane’s POV
I left Amaya in the garden room after she fell asleep on the sofa, exhausted by the tension she could sense but couldn't name. Looking at her sleep peacefully, I was filled with dread at the thought of Roman getting his hands on her. Of course I was just as bad a man as he was but nobody could say I didn’t truly care for the girl. Once I was certain she would not be getting up anytime soon, I quietly got up, covered her with a cashmere blanket and stood there for a moment. How was I to protect her from this dangerous world? How had this woman stumbled into my life and changed everything so quickly? Why was I so sure that I would burn the world to keep her right by my side? Finally ready to leave her to rest, I walked back to the study, where Regina and Nathaniel were waiting. They had dismissed the guards so we could have some privacy and discuss the situation of things properly. The air in the room was thick with unspoken questions. Especially from Regina who
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 40: BANE’S POV
The drive to Calabria was mostly silent. Not that it was much of a shock going by what we had all witnessed. I hadn't spoken since we left the warehouse. My mind was a battlefield, replaying the image of that note stapled to my soldier’s chest. RETURN THE GIRL YOU STOLE I kept thinking of who on the surface of the earth had enough gall to come for me. Then it finally clicked. Roman. I remember him. I thought I had stripped him of everything. I had battled him for a seat among the 7 ruling mafia families and I had won. This meant that I had to strip him of his power, dignity, his crew, his very right to walk Italian soil. He was a dangerous man and I knew that one day he might come for his revenge but back then I let me kindness foolishly guide me. I was an idiot. I let him live when I should have taken his head. It’s not a shock that he’s returned. I should have known that a man like that doesn't just wither away in the desert. "Uncle," Nathaniel sa
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 39: BANE’S POV
The rain in Rome was persistent. I sat in the back of my moving SUV and I was far from being at peace: My phone had buzzed three hours ago as I received a frantic, garbled report from a perimeter scout. One of my secondary hubs, a quiet warehouse near the docks that handled "the clean-up" logistics, had been attacked. "Give me the status again," I said. Nathaniel sat opposite me, his face illuminated by the blue glow of a tablet. He looked paler than usual. "Total blackout, Uncle. The internal security feed was cut at 02:00. The external sensors were looped. It was a professional job.” “How so?” “Well, they used high-frequency jammers, silenced entries. We didn't even get a distress signal until someone reported 'unusual silence' from the docks." "Professional," I repeated. "That warehouse was staffed by twelve veteran hitters. How did these people manage 'loop' their sensors without my men noticing." "Whoever did this knew exactly where the blind spots were,"
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 38: ROMAN’S POV
The warehouse sat on the edge of a derelict pier, a rusted skeleton of corrugated iron and broken promises. It was one of Bane Valak’s smaller operations. More of a transition point for high-end narcotics and clean weapons and that was exactly why I’d chosen it. You don't start a war by swinging at the king’s head. No, you start by cutting off his fingers, one by one, until he can no longer hold his sword. The air was thick with the smell of stagnant saltwater and my men moved like shadows through the gloom, killing the enemy, their mission the only thing on their minds. We hadn't come for the cargo. We had come to send a signal. I stepped over the body of a guard whose throat had been opened with surgical precision. He’d died with a look of pure shock on his face. Poor thing should have picked a better side. "Clear!" One of my soldiers shouted from the back of the bay. I holstered my weapon and walked toward the center of the warehouse. The floor was slick
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 37: Roman’s POV
The air in Sicily was too sweet. It tasted of citrus and I inhaled it deeply while my mind ran in different directions. I sat in the back of the black sedan as it wound through the mountain passes, the folded photograph of Amaya Vancouver neatly in my breast pocket.Her father, Victor Vancouver, unfortunately for her was a pathetic creature. A man who had once commanded legions, now reduced to selling his daughter’s life in a damp basement. He talked about "currency" and "legacy," but all I saw was a coward trying to hide behind my shadow while I handled the dirty work he was too afraid to."He’s desperate,Don Roman," my driver, Elias, said, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. Elias had been with me since before the exile. He was the only one who knew where the bodies were buried—mostly because he’d helped dig the holes. He was also the only person that still referred to me as a DON even if I no longer officially held that position.Regardless, I was still a feared man."A de
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 36: Victor’s POV
The safehouse felt smaller now that he was here. Even the walls that was nothing but damp concrete, seemed to sweat under the pressure of his presence. He was just so dominating.Roman didn't sit even when I offered him a seat; He didn't pace either. He simply stood by the narrow, barred window, watching me. He looked like a statue carved from volcanic rock.I watched him from across the table, while my fingers nervously drummed an uneven rhythm against the wood. I had spent my life around dangerous men. I had eaten with them, did business with them, and buried them. But Roman was a different breed. If Bane Valak was a shark; Roman was the deep water itself."You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes, Roman," I said, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears. "I’m certain I have not annoyed you enough for you to want to kill me."Roman smiled. "I’m not looking to kill you, Don Victor. I just can’t believe you’ve been reduced this low in ranking?" He finally sat, his eyes
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