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44: Bane’s POV
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2026-05-15 21:53:24
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 45: Amaya’s POV
The morning light in the villa’s dressing suite was unapologetically bright.The morning rays kept bouncing off the gilded mirrors and marble surfaces. I stood on a low circular dais, my arms held out like a mannequin, while a woman with neon-pink hair and a tape measure draped around her neck circled me with predatory focus.Her name was Rozy.She was middle aged and an underrated fashion designer icon in my opinion.Bane had ordered for her to be brought in to personally make all my dresses and whatever other outfit I may want.Rozy was very glad to be part of such an experience just as I was glad to have her here. "Stand straight, don’t look down, my love. Keep your chin straight” Rozy commanded, her voice a melodic rasp. In addition to being one of the most sought-after high-end designers in the country, brought in specifically to refresh my wardrobe, Rozy was also a crazy perfectionist.“But I am standing straight” I complained.“No, my love you are not. You are slouching”
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 44: Bane’s POV
The leather of the headrest was cool against the back of my skull. The study was quiet and my fingers found the armrests without looking. Amaya moved into the light without a sound, the hem of her black silk dress whispering just above her knees. Her hair fell forward as she knelt. I didn’t speak and just watched her work. Her thumbs hooked the waistband. The leather of my belt gave a low, dry creak as she worked the buckle, and the sound of the zipper unspooling cut through the quiet. My cock was already swollen, straining against the fabric of my briefs, and when she pulled it free the air hit the tip that was already damp from pre cum. She wrapped her fingers around the tip of my cock and the heat of her palm sent a jolt up my spine. I watched her through half-closed eyes. She lowered her mouth and let her tongue, flat and warm, press against the sensitive underside just below the head. My knuckles went white on the armrests. A low, frayed sound escape
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
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