Lahat ng Kabanata ng LAWS OF THE WOLF: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Each day was similar to the previous one. Memory, no longer blocked by fear, gradually returned. Fragments of my past rolled up suddenly and in less than a full week after making a deal with Boris, I managed to restore most of my childhood memories.Despite poverty, my brother and I had a happy childhood. We grew up in love and rarely complained about the lack of certain things. At least while the mother was alive.On the Internet, I managed to find several photographs of her, though not of very good quality. It turns out that in her youth she was a promising actress and, probably, she met her father, the then owner of the city.The image of his brother also became clearer, as did the longing for him. Every time I thought about him, a shot sounded in my head and a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me, because I had not kept the promise I made to my mother.As for the murder of my brother and the robbery of the jewelry store, in connection with which I was wanted, things were worse. A lot w

I lived in Boris's house for almost a month, and everything I could tell about his life fell into one short phrase: he went to work.In fact, everything was a little more complicated, as I was convinced by briefly looking at his diary and asking Alyosha.Boris was a machine. He got up around six in the morning and spent at least an hour in the gym, driving off excess wolf energy. Before eight, he had time to take a shower and have a hearty breakfast with something meaty. After that, he finished things in his office that he had not completed the day before and only went to work by ten.Lunch was delivered to him exactly at one o'clock in the afternoon from the same restaurant to the office, which was located in the business center of the city, and it naturally consisted of meat.He drank the purest, bottled water, he didn’t drink coffee at all, he couldn’t stand cigarettes, and from alcohol he preferred the high-grade Double Oak bourbon of the Jim Beam brand, produced in limited quanti

Two days after the bloody incident, Boris returned home like a pin at half past six. The news channels only trumpeted about gang warfare, noted with annoyance about the unknown number of corpses, and considered the possible reasons for such impudent behavior from the most fantastic angles.Of course, they were all far from the truth, as, unfortunately, I was far from the truth. I did not dare to ask Boris directly, avoiding him altogether, and Alyosha, due to his work as a nanny, was isolated from the environment and the affairs of the owner of the city.With less than a week left before the appointment, I decided to focus on the final preparations for it. Since Boris was not killed in those showdowns, then my plan did not disappear, and there was still a lot of work on it.A couple of times I thought about how far I was going to go, because if everything goes the way I planned, then sooner or later I will have to go to bed with Boris, let him enter me, touch, kiss and enter again, no

- Come on, Kira! Faster! And you're not stupid, thug! - he threatened Alyosha, at whom the gun was pointed. His car, taken from nowhere, blocked the exit from the cemetery.I threw away my cigarette for fear of burning the car and got out of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Astakhov strangely disappeared from the cabin, which Egor did not notice along the way, too focused on aiming at Alyosha and at the same time watching me.- What do you allow yourself? I squeaked indignantly. - Are you completely out of your mind? I will complain...- Stop these games, Kira! shouted Yegor, frowning irritably. “I recognized your body…” he added breathlessly, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me towards him.The upper lip, the curve of which I once found seductive, has turned into one straight line. His eyes blazed with rage and pain. He risked a lot, including his life, to meet me.- Ka ... What body? .. - I squeaked, resting my hands on his chest and innocently flapping my eye

The guests demanded attention and, leaving my scent on him, I left.The way he looked at me, how he accidentally touched me during those few minutes that we stood side by side, pleased me, but at the same time I felt dirty, which was facilitated by the looks of those present, as if I was lucky to be the one for whom they me. accepted.A she-wolf loomed among the guests. In a scarlet dress with her breasts thrown out and very modest in comparison with my jewelry, she looked terribly cheap and dull, and she spread the smell of envy and jealousy from herself, shooting malicious glances at me.- Red Stag - I ordered in the mini bar.I liked this bourbon more than the Double Oak that Boris drank.I went out to the patio and took a sip from my glass. The combination of tones of vanilla, oak, caramel and ripe cherries pleasantly refreshed the throat. Motorcyclists with machine guns roamed the territory, cutting through the translucent fog. The helmets, which they did not take off, were paint