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43: Bane’s POV

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-14 17:42:21

The study was beyond silent.

Beyond the heavy oak doors and the soundproofed walls, the Valak villa was humming with a frantic, electric energy.

Every time I glanced at the surveillance monitors, I saw the same thing.

My men in tactical gear moving like shadows and watching for any kind of suspicious movements.

Their movements were precise while their eyes constantly scanning the tree line.

I had created an impenetrable fortress.

But to Amaya, it was becoming a cage.

I leaned back in my
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  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   43: Bane’s POV

    The study was beyond silent. Beyond the heavy oak doors and the soundproofed walls, the Valak villa was humming with a frantic, electric energy. Every time I glanced at the surveillance monitors, I saw the same thing.My men in tactical gear moving like shadows and watching for any kind of suspicious movements.Their movements were precise while their eyes constantly scanning the tree line. I had created an impenetrable fortress.But to Amaya, it was becoming a cage. I leaned back in my leather chair, rubbing my temples. The image from the warehouse, the severed tongue of Stefan, the staples, the note.Every little detail was burned into the back of my eyelids. Every minute that passed even without a sighting of Roman’s men felt like a wire being tightened around my throat. I knew he was out there, playing with the tension, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The door to the study slowly creaked open. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. The scent of jasmi

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   42: Regina’s POV

    The villa felt like a tomb.The news of the attack had caught everyone off guard and had rattled us even if nobody openly said so.To make matters worse, hearing that Roman, of all people could be responsible for this?Bane didn’t have to tell me or Nathaniel, we would have to make sure that panic does not build within our ranks.Not that I would blame them if it did.Roman was a ruthless monster and after hearing what he did to that poor guard, I would be panicking too.Now was not the time for that. I stood on the balcony of the second floor, watching Nathaniel supervise the installation of a new thermal sensor grid. He looked tired, the poor thing.Then again, we were all tired. Bane was pushing us to the brink, and the worst part was that he was doing it for Amaya.The girl probably had no idea that she was rooted right in the center of a brewing war.We had to find a way to get past this issue as soon as possible. I walked down the hall and saw Nathaniel coming up the stair

  • 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

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