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Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 18
Valerie's POVNo smell of gunpowder in the wind. No armored cars locking down three blocks. No suffocating mafia rules.The wind from the Alps carried the scent of grass and sweet wine over my bare back.I stood in front of the mirror. I let the dress designer tweak the neckline.I picked this dress myself. Simple cut. A large, delicate lace cutout on the back."Dr. Pierce, are you sure about this style?" The designer looked hesitantly at the scars on my back in the mirror. "We could add a lining to cover...""No need." I cut her off. Soft but firm. "Leave it."Three years ago, those scars were a secret I was terrified to show. The bumpy burns, the crisscrossing whip marks. They were the badge of shame the Rossi family carved into my flesh.Three years later, under Arthur's care, they had faded into uneven light lines. Like overlapping butterfly wings stretching across my shoulder blades.I didn't need to hide them anymore.They weren't shame. They were proof that I survived.A simple
Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 17
Killian's POVThe wheelchair got caught on the rug. I yanked it hard and almost hit the floor."Boss, let me." Marco rushed over."Get lost!" I slapped his hand away. My voice echoed in the empty study.New York's winter was long and bitter. It had been over half a year since that night in Geneva.My spinal nerves were completely dead. The doctors said I'd spend the rest of my life wasting away in this chair. Surviving on the morphine in my pump.The study lights were off. I liked the dark. In the dark, nobody could see my useless body.The silver ring the old Don left was on the desk. I reached for it. Cold as ice."Boss," Marco spoke again, his tone careful and hesitant. "Something arrived for you. No sender."He placed a white envelope on my lap. Like setting down a bomb about to go off.I stared at the envelope for a long time."Get out," I said.Marco bowed his head and backed out fast. He closed the door softly.I used my good left hand to open it.No invitation. No letter.Just
Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 16
Valerie's POV"Apply pressure to the wound!"The moment my voice burst out, my body moved ahead of my mind. Medics rushed out of the hotel lobby. The stretcher wheels rolled over the bloody pavement.Killian's eyelids were growing heavy. His lips faded to ash gray by the second."BP seventy-four, pulse weak!" A medic yelled over the ambulance sirens.I stood there. I watched him get loaded onto the stretcher. His blood-soaked suit clung to his skin. Four bullet holes like four silent mouths.Arthur's hand squeezed my shoulder. "Are you okay?"I couldn't speak.The Geneva General Hospital ER was lit up bright. The Director himself came out and recognized me immediately."Dr. Pierce! Our head of trauma surgery is abroad for a conference. You're the only one here qualified to operate on a penetrating trauma of this level!" He spoke incredibly fast, practically begging. "Please, the patient is critical!"I stood in the hallway outside the OR. The red light wasn't on yet.What flashed throu
Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 15
Killian's POVI knelt there. I watched the door shut behind them.The lake wind hit my bare chest. Cold as a knife.I should get up. I should turn around and go back to my own darkness. Rot until I die, just like the old Don said.But my legs wouldn't listen.I followed them. Thirty meters behind. Like a stray dog.Outside the hotel's revolving doors was the empty driveway.Valerie held Arthur's arm. They walked to a car parked by the curb. Quick steps. No intention of stopping for me ever again.I stood in the shadows. My eyes scanned the area out of habit.Five years of tasting blood made my instincts sharper than any bodyguard.A black van at the corner. The window was cracked open just a sliver.In that sliver, a tiny red dot flashed by.A sniper's infrared laser.My blood froze.That wasn't a normal robber. That was a trained killer. The gun was aimed right at the center of the driveway. Right at Valerie.I recognized the van's plate prefix. Marcus's rats. The last squad hiding in
Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 14
Valerie's POVThe night breeze blew the lake's chill over the terrace.I looked at Killian kneeling on the floor. My heart felt absolutely nothing.Those ripped-open wounds three years ago. Those fifteen suffocating hours. Now they felt like an old movie I watched a long time ago. I remembered the plot, but I couldn't feel the emotions anymore."Valerie, you're just mad at me." He suddenly looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. His voice carried desperate madness. "Mad that I whipped you. Mad that I burned you. Right?"He didn't wait for my answer. His hand moved to his belt.The metal buckle clicked open.He shoved the belt into my hand. He squeezed my fingers so hard they almost broke. "Pour that medicine on me. Whip me. Whatever makes you feel better."He ripped open his shirt. He showed the heartbeat line tattoo on his chest. He looked at me with red eyes, waiting for a late judgment.I looked down at the warm belt in my hand.Three years ago, this thing landed on my back fifty-seven
Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen Chapter 13
Killian's POVThe ballroom chandeliers were blinding.The light turned every gown into a museum piece.The world's top medical minds were all here. The clinking of champagne glasses set my teeth on edge.I stood on the edge of the crowd in a black bespoke suit. Blending in with these chatting elites like a stain on white canvas.Security didn't bat an eye at my face. They were looking for terrorists, not a mafia boss. I used a fake name and got in within ten minutes.I searched for her face for a whole hour.Until I saw her walk out the side door to the terrace. Alone.I followed her almost purely on instinct.The night wind blew through the hall. It washed away the smell of champagne and perfume.She was alone on the terrace. Leaning on the railing, looking at the lights on Lake Geneva.Three years hadn't aged her a day.She wore a dark green evening gown. Her profile was softer than I remembered. But also further away."Valerie."My voice shook pathetically.She turned around.I thou
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