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The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 70 [ S P G ]
The combination of his thrusts and his fingers sent her over the edge once more. Her body convulsed, her walls clenching around him as she cried out, her voice a raw and desperate scream of pleasure. Helios followed her soon after, his own release crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside her, his guttural groan echoing through the room. Helios pulled out slowly, his breath heavy as he rolled onto his side, pulling Elena with him. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both lay there, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of their passion. “You’re mine,” Helios whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Always mine.” Elena turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. “Yours,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. But Helios wasn’t done yet. She could feel it in the way his hands roamed her body, the way his breath quickened against
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 69 [ S P G ]
The shower steam curled around them like a veil, humid and thick, the water pouring down in rhythmic pulses that matched the heat building between their bodies. Elena’s back pressed against the cool tile wall as Helios towered over her, his lips a breath away from hers. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessiveness that made her shiver—not from the cold, but from the raw hunger in his eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he growled, his voice low and raspy, almost drowned out by the sound of the water. His gaze burned into hers, unwavering, as if he could see straight through her, straight into the need coiled tight in her core. Elena’s breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’m not going to take it slow. Not this time.” Before she could respond, his hands were on her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. The cold marble hit her skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him. Heli
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 68 [ S P G ]
The sun poured through the open windows of the beachside villa, casting golden streaks across the room. Elena stood by the bed, the light catching the curves of her body as she let the thin silk robe slip from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin. Helios didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in three strides, his hands on her waist, pulling her against him. The heat of his body against hers was electric, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’ve been teasing me all day,” he growled, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed her ear. His hands roamed over her hips, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her stomach. “Watching you in that bikini, knowing I couldn’t touch you… it was torture.” Elena smirked, her lips curving into a wicked grin. “Maybe I wanted to torture you,” she whispered, her nails lightly scratching down his chest. “Maybe I like seeing you desperate.” Helios’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kis
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 67
The war was over. Smoke still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the violence that had consumed the city for days. The streets were eerily quiet now—too quiet. It was a strange kind of silence, not peaceful, but hollow, like a city holding its breath. There were no more gunshots, no screams, no calls for help. Just the wind rustling through the alleyways and the occasional distant siren. The Morettis and the Valkovs had won. But victory came with a price. We had lost people. Good people. Men and women who had stood beside us, who had bled and fought for something they believed in. I would see their faces for the rest of my life. Some I’d trained with. Some I’d laughed with. Some I’d only known for moments—but those moments had mattered. I sat in a small room in what remained of one of the Moretti safehouses, my back pressed against the wall, the low hum of a nearby generator the only thing keeping the silence from swallowing me whole. Helios was beside me on the floor, h
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 66
The moment we stepped out of the armored SUV, I felt it—the weight of what was coming. The air was thicker, charged with tension and smoke. It clung to my skin, heavy and humid, like a warning whispered through the wind. The ruins of the Hash Family's final stronghold loomed ahead, its crumbling stone walls wrapped in shadows. This was it. The last stand. Helios moved beside me, his eyes scanning every corner, every crack, every shadow. His fingers brushed mine, just once, before he handed me an extra mag. "You ready, bella?" I gave him a quick grin, though the adrenaline was already clawing at my throat. "Always." The hideout wasn’t guarded by amateurs. Even wounded and losing, the Hash Family fought like cornered animals. We slipped inside through a back window, crawling through debris and broken glass, every step a quiet threat. Gunshots echoed faintly in the distance, a reminder that the rest of the Morettis were still holding the perimeter. This part was just us. The halls we
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 65
The hospital room was quiet—too quiet, considering the chaos still unfolding beyond these sterile white walls. Helios lay unconscious beside me, his chest rising and falling in shallow, steady breaths. Machines beeped gently beside him, counting down the seconds of borrowed time. I sat curled in the visitor's chair, one hand holding his, the other clutching the remote as the television murmured soft, tragic updates about the city. “Terrorist attacks continue to shake the southern districts,” the anchor said with practiced urgency. “Civilians are urged to stay indoors and avoid conflict zones. Reports suggest organized crime may be involved, though nothing is confirmed.” Terrorism. That was the word they used to veil it. To the world outside, it was fear. Bombs. Gunfire. Smoke. Chaos. But I knew better. This wasn’t random violence. This was war. A full-scale mafia war. And the Morettis were burning the Hash Family to the ground. The Valkovs were aiding behind the scenes, sending
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 64
War didn’t wait for anyone. It came like a storm through the city streets—sudden, loud, and brutal. Explosions lit up the sky like firecrackers. The sound of gunfire echoed down alleyways and across rooftops. The city had become a battlefield. The Morettis moved in like shadows, fast and calculated. Every man and woman knew their role, and I had mine. I was dressed in black from head to toe, two blades strapped to my sides, a handgun at my back. Helios was beside me, his rifle slung over one shoulder, his movements quiet but deadly. We moved like we had done this a thousand times—because we had. Different cities, different names, but always the same dance. “Stay close,” he said, voice low, but I could hear the edge of worry beneath it. “I always do.” We were in one of the industrial zones, moving toward a warehouse known to be a Hash Family stronghold. The intel had been solid. Matteo and Isabella were moving in from the east. We were the west flank. The first shots came fast.
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 63
War didn’t wait for anyone. It came like a storm through the city streets—sudden, loud, and brutal. Explosions lit up the sky like firecrackers. The sound of gunfire echoed down alleyways and across rooftops. The city had become a battlefield. The Morettis moved in like shadows, fast and calculated. Every man and woman knew their role, and I had mine. I was dressed in black from head to toe, two blades strapped to my sides, a handgun at my back. Helios was beside me, his rifle slung over one shoulder, his movements quiet but deadly. We moved like we had done this a thousand times—because we had. Different cities, different names, but always the same dance. “Stay close,” he said, voice low, but I could hear the edge of worry beneath it. “I always do.” We were in one of the industrial zones, moving toward a warehouse known to be a Hash Family stronghold. The intel had been solid. Matteo and Isabella were moving in from the east. We were the west flank. The first shots came fast.
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance Veil 62 [ S P G ]
Sometimes, in the middle of chaos, Helios finds a way to steal time. He showed up that morning without a word, just a small nod and the keys to one of the black sedans. No guards, no briefing. Just him. Just me. I didn’t ask questions, because I could see it in his eyes—the need for something quiet. Something real. We drove for nearly an hour, winding through narrow countryside roads lined with olive trees and tall cypress, until the landscape gave way to ruins. An old chapel sat nestled on a quiet hill, its bones worn and weathered by time. The doors creaked as we pushed them open. Sunlight filtered through the broken stained-glass windows, casting fractured beams of color across the dust-covered floor. Reds and blues danced across the faded pews, across Helios’s sharp features as he stepped inside. I followed, the silence oddly comforting. “Why here?” I asked, my voice hushed, as if the place still held echoes of prayers. He turned slowly, his hands tucked into his jacke
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