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56: Bane

Author: Still Iv
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-20 17:12:19

The operational blueprint of my estate was spread out across the table in my office but I was internally distracted.

It was still trapped in the scent of Amaya’s scent and the memory of her hair tangled between my fingers.

I had left her room before dawn, forcing myself back into the cold reality of my responsibilities.

I hated it but it was necessity.

Still, the phantom warmth of her body against mine refused to leave my skin.

For the first time in years, my ironclad discipline f
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  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   65: Bane

    A faint click cut through the stillness of my bedroom. I froze, my hand tightening around the gun by my bedside. The heavy oak door of my room slowly swung inward. I expected to see Nathaniel with an emergency dispatch or a sentry warning me of a perimeter shift. Instead, Amaya stepped into the dim light. “Lower your gun, Bane. I don’t bite” I immediately put it down and watched to shut the door and make her way over to me. “Amaya. You have to be careful. I could have accidentally shot you” She had changed into a simple, oversized black silk button-down shirt—one of mine that she must have taken from the wardrobe. It hung loosely off her small frame, reaching past her thighs. She laughed.“Don’t be silly. You couldn’t shoot me if you tried” Her bare feet made no sound against the wood. She looked breathtakingly human. I observed the rich, deep brown of her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft, tangled waves. She carried such a quiet, intoxicating vulnerabilit

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   64: Bane

    The villa was entirely quiet now.The wail of the security sirens nothing but a ringing memory in the ears of the sentries patrolling the outer walls. Victor and his men had been thoroughly dragged off the premises, their weapons seized, their trucks escorted directly to the southern border.All done under a threat of absolute execution if they ever crossed our markers again. And that was simply because I couldn’t bring myself to harm Amaya’s father. My empire was secure. Everything was back to how they should be and yet my chest felt completely hollow. I looked down at my shoulder. The phantom weight of Amaya’s hand resting on it earlier still lingered.She had chosen me. She had looked at the exit, looked at her own father, and she had planted her feet firmly by my side. But I couldn't forget the broken, bleeding look in her eyes when she had retreated to her suite. I had told her I wouldn't force her to smile at my table, but the absolute need to see her, to ensure the wall

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   63: AMAYA

    The silence of my bedroom was heavy. It was so heavy that it almost felt like physical weight pressing down on my shoulders as the adrenaline completely drained from my body. The echoes of my father yelling and finality of my own voice at the dinner table still vibrated in my ears. I had told my father, Victor Vancouver, to go fuck himself. I had looked at the man who gave me life, who had treated me like a toy to be traded and bartered away to cruel men, and I had permanently severed the cord. I sat at the edge of the large mattress, my fingers tightly gripping the duvet to keep my hands from shaking. Maybe it was because I was angry for being asked if Bane had defiled me. Maybe I just didn’t want to leave Bane. Maybe I was just stupid. Whatever the reason may be, I had made a choice to stay with the Valaks. And now I felt completely uprooted. I had chosen to stay in the fortress of a mafia lord. I had turned my back on my old life to embrace a reality

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   62: BANE’S POV

    The dining room plunged into a silence so profound it was painful. The only sound in the vaulted space was the sharp, metallic click of my wine glass stem snapping. It fractured between my thumb and forefinger, spilling the expensive red vintage like fresh blood onto the pristine white linen tablecloth. I didn't even register the cut on my palm.Even I was in shock and didn’t know how to react. I looked at Amaya. I had fully expected her to use the chaos of the dinner to plead with her father, to scream for help, or to at least cower in fear from Victor’s aggressive questions. I had expected everything except for what she had done.Her father was here to subtly intimidate her into returning home with him just as he had always done.Instead, she had eaten her meal, stood by my side, laid a calm, possessive hand onto my shoulder, and delivered the ultimate final blow to the men who claimed to possess her legacy. I was completely thrown off guard. But in the center of that shock

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   61: VICTOR’S POV

    “Dinner has been served and your presence is required at the dinning hall, Sir”One of the staff of the Valak estate had come to fetch me from my guest quarters.I was genuinely disgusted to be in the same place as that bastard that had kidnapped my daughter.And now, I was being forced to eat at his table.All of this because of that silly, impulsive child of mine.What was the delay for in the first place?This man had kidnapped and locked her away from the rest of the world and she was hesitant to leave?A dreadful thought crept up my chest.She wasn’t pregnant was she?She couldn’t bring that kind of shame to me especially not after I had promised her to Roman.Either way, I would find out after she follows me back home.At the dining hall, the table was covered with all kinds of delicacies.None of my men ate before I did out of respect for me and the small fear that the meal may have been poisoned.But Bane had given his word to not try to harm me.In this line of business, all

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   60: BANE’S POV

    "Nathaniel," I barked, my eyes never leaving the stunned, pale face of Amaya’s father as her footsteps faded down the western gallery. “Yes, Uncle?” He replied. "Handle things with Victor. Disarm his front line, secure their communication array, and escort our.……,” I stared daggers at Victor and his men, “Esteemed guests to the lower holding quarters until dinner is served." "Understood, Lord Bane," Nathaniel said, his voice clipped, professional, and entirely devoid of the personal friction that had defined our morning. “And how can we be so sure that taking our weapons isn’t a trick to murder us later?” Victor asked with a bold smirk. “Because your daughter will kill me if I try that. Besides, she probably wants to be the one to kill you herself” “You watch your tongue, Bane!” “See you at dinner, Victor” I didn't wait to watch the guards strip Victor of his heavy submachine gun. The white-hot relief that had crashed through my chest when Amaya chose not to leave

  • 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 whi

  • 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

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   29: Bane’s POV

    I stood in the center of the garden, the scent of jasmine suddenly cloying, like the smell of a funeral. My eyes were fixed on the spot where Nathaniel’s hand had been resting on hers. It was a casual, intimate touch that felt like a hot iron pressed against my throat. How could he do this?! I

  • THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME   28: BANE’S POV

    I stood in the center of the garden, the scent of jasmine suddenly cloying, like the smell of a funeral. My eyes were fixed on the spot where Nathaniel’s hand had been resting on hers.It was a casual, intimate touch that felt like a hot iron pressed against my throat.How could he do this?! I w

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