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Till Death Do Us Part 27: Wrapped up in a bow
Patryk’s words hung like a death sentence in the apartment.Wiktor knows.I told him you were going to bring her in.Marek’s jaw flexed.Patryk rushed on. “I said you wanted it to be a surprise. That you took her because you knew Santiago would lose his mind, and you wanted to hand her over properly. I told him you were going to deliver her...” He swallowed, voice thinning. “Like you said. Wrapped up in a bow.”The words slithered across the floor between us.Nice wrapped up in a bow.Marek had said it earlier with a grin, with smoke on his breath and cruelty in his eyes.But now there was no grin.Only the dreadful weight of a joke turning into a sentence.Marek looked at me.For one heartbeat, I saw him. Not the wolf. Not the brute. Not Wiktor’s hound.Just Marek.A man standing between two lives.Mine.His brother’s.And I saw t
Till Death Do Us Part 26: I told him
VALERIE’S POV:For a moment, nobody moved.The door stood open behind Patryk, letting in the stale hallway air and something colder with it. Fear. It slipped into the apartment like smoke, curling around my throat.Marek stood between us, one hand still on the doorframe, his body half-turned away from me. His shirt was wrinkled from the couch, his hair slightly disordered from where my fingers had been tangled in it moments ago.Moments ago.Before the knock.Before Patryk’s pale face.Before those two words shattered whatever strange fragile thing had started to grow between us.‘They know.’Marek exhaled through his nose, almost amused.“Santiago knows?” he asked, voice lazy, casual. Too casual. “Good. Let him come.” He stepped aside, opening the door wider for his brother. “You look like you’re about to faint, brat. Want some cold pizza?”Patryk stare
Till Death Do Us Part 25: Pray I find her alive and unharmed
Julián pulled the man to his feet by the back of his collar before Santiago changed his mind, then guided him forward with a politeness that looked almost civilized, if one ignored the threat in every step.The security room smelled of old coffee and dust. A guard sat inside, round-faced and nervous, already half-standing as they entered. Santiago did not waste words. Julián locked the door behind them.“Cameras,” Santiago said.The guard glanced at the manager. The manager, still wheezing, nodded once.With shaking hands, the guard pulled up the footage.Santiago turned toward the manager, making him flinch instantly.“Which floor?”The manager blinked at him, terrified. “What?”“You said you saw them in a corridor.” Santiago’s voice was silk wrapped around a knife. “Which floor?”The man swallowed, trembling now.“T-third,” he stuttered. &
Till Death Do Us Part 24: Shameless little harlot
SANTIAGO’S POV:Five o’clock came and went.Then five-oh-five.Then five-ten.Santiago stood across the street from Hotel Grand Ocean View, his intense stare fixed on the polished glass entrance. The black SUV waited at the curb behind him, Julián beside it with one hand folded over the other, patient as stone.Santiago was not patient.He had arrived before her shift ended. Earlier than necessary. Earlier than reasonable. He had told himself it was strategy. That he needed to see whether Marek was watching. Whether Wiktor’s men had dared circle the hotel.But that wasn’t the whole truth.His last shred of restraint was running thin, watching the front doors open and close for everyone except the one person he had come for.Valerie.His French rose.His runaway angel.He wanted to see her walk out alive.He wanted to see that stubborn little rose lift her chin, pretend she hadn’t been afraid, pretend she hadn’t run from him in the middle of the night and shattered his control into a t
Till Death Do Us Part 23: Send me the damn address
The rain had turned to mist as the hours stretched and night slowly gave way to morning.Santiago sat behind the wheel of the black SUV, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other against his jaw. Every lead led to another dead end. Valerie Rousseau – no social media, no tax filings under the city database, no family registered locally. It was like she didn’t exist.“You sure Javier said Rousseau?” Julián asked hesitantly.“Yes, Julián – positive.” Santiago was starting to sound agitated.“I’ll start looking for all the Valeries in the city. Maybe she’s using a false name.”“A false name…” Santiago looked out the window, the sky turning pink as dawn approached.“I’ll keep you posted, jefe. But it might take some time. Maybe you should go home –? ““What about her parents’ name? Maybe one of them was Rousseau?”Julián went silent for a moment. “I’ll look up all birth certificates from twenty to twenty-five years ago.”“Good. Call me when you have something.”He dropped the phone
Till Death Do Us Part 22: Now I have to hunt you
SANTIAGO’S POV:It was quiet. Too quiet. That was the first thing he noticed before opening the tall double doors. No soft rustle of silk, no faint hum of the fire, no sign of life. Just silence. Heavy and wrong. He stepped inside. The fire was still burning – barely – but the room felt cold. Empty. “Valería?” His voice was calm. Silence answered him. His gaze moved to the bed – the sheets untouched. His jacket thrown carelessly on it, discarded. “Julián,” he called, voice low. Within seconds, his second-in-command appeared in the doorway, expression unreadable. “El León,” he answered the call. “She’s gone,” Santiago said quietly. Julián froze. “Gone?” Santiago’s gaze scanned the room, landing on the curtains softly blowing in the wind. “The window.” His tone sharpened, heavy with disbelief and fury. He crossed the room, boots silent against the tiles, and stopped by the tall window. The latch was open, the curtains trembling in the draft. He leaned forward, catching sigh
Till Death Do Us Part 21: People destroy what they love
After three pieces, I was finally full. The TV was showing an old horror movie in black and white, and Marek seemed oddly content watching it. “Come closer,” he murmured after a while, his tone lighter. “I won’t bite… well, not yet.”He tugged at the duvet draped over him, and I hesitated before sh
Till Death Do Us Part 20: Heroes don't make deals with devils
His phone vibrated angrily against the glass table.Marek froze mid-bite, his jaw tightening.The air in the room suddenly felt heavier.The name glowed on the cracked screen, ominous and merciless, making me shiver.Wiktor.For a moment, neither of us breathed. The TV hummed quietly in the backgro
Till Death Do Us Part 19: You're playing with fire
“So,” he murmured, voice heavy with amusement. “The little lamb thinks she can tame the wolf?” His ice-blue gaze pinned me in place, trapping me in his lap. I shivered. “Maybe.” That made him chuckle – low, rough – but it wasn’t his usual dark laughter. This one was different. More genuine. Almost
Till Death Do Us Part 18: Clever little lamb
The words made me shiver; my breath caught in my throat. Before I could retreat, his hand slid dangerously low across my back, pulling me forward. I stumbled, gasping at the sudden touch, catching myself against his chest. The corner of his mouth curved, satisfaction radiating from him. “Marek… ple
