Todos os capítulos de His Love: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

~TRIGGER WARNING: SCENES OF TORTURE, VIOLENCE, AND RAPE~~If this offends you plz skip over and wait for the next chapter~Malachi's POV:"Uncle I'm on my way now. Sasha and Atlas have Nikolai chained up in the basement until I get there" I say as my uncle informs me that Don Amato and Nikolai's estranged wife are with him. Oh great! Shits about to go down. I make it to the basement cells in record time trying not to inhale the putrid stench that fills the air. I walk down to the last cell on the right that's guarded by two of Amatos men. They nod in respect as I open the door to see Uncle with his sleeves rolled up exposing his veiny tattooed arms as he clenched and unclenches his fists. Amato must be on the other side of the two way mirror with Galina. Uncle is growling profanities in his mother tongue in between hitting Nikolai. Nikolai continues to smirk, goading my uncle. I step out from the shadows, a blank look on my face. I lean on the wall by the mirror as my uncle takes o

Links POV:"Okay everything is looking good. All of your test results came back normal. Keep up with the physical therapy and therapy with your counselor. If you encounter any issues you know where to find me" Doc says with a smile before leaving the room. Asia passes me some clean clothes while Soren and Misha help me over to the en-suite bathroom. I'm still a little unsteady on my legs so the guys are going to stand by to help if needed. Doc made sure I had a shower chair some I definitely using it for the time being. I wash my hair first then my body, making sure to be gentle down south. Doc told me I'm physically healed and I believe him but at times I'm a little tender. The other part of me just wants to scrub myself raw down there to get rid of those fuckers nasty touches but doing so would hurt my newly healed body. Deciding I'm clean enough I shut off the shower, grab the clean towel and start drying myself off. I wrap the towel around my waist before Misha picks me up and wit

~a few weeks later~Malachi's POV:"Soren! Report!" I snarl out in agitation as it's been damn near impossible to find my kitten before she has our babies. Two weeks ago we moved into our new home back in the States. It feels good to be back. Now I just need both of my loves next to me."Boss our sources tell us that she isn't in Europe, Asia, Africa or South America. That leaves Canada, Australia and the US. We also figured out that Memphis definitely helped her leave, totally not surprising at all. He is still overseas in Greece, helping his family rebuild their estate with triple the amount of security. They don't want to take the chance of this happening again. We've found all of the former staff that were involved with Nikolai and removed them. Well I should say all but one, Colette. She's vanished since the attack in Greece. Our tech guys are running facial recognition software round the clock to find her. They've cleared Africa and Asia. They just started searching Europe and R

Links POV:That's it! I can't take it anymore! I love Casey and miss her just as bad as Malachi but I have needs and I plan on getting mine as soon as I see my crazy man. I think to myself as I stomp down to Malachi's office where he has been since he killed Nikolai the other day. I know he's afraid to touch me considering what those fuckheads did to me. But I'm medically clear, my therapist says I'm making great progress and I want to erase their nasty touches with his amazing ones. I see the office doors slightly opened when I peak in, noticing he's by himself, I slam open the door, stomp in and slam the door shut again, making sure I lock that bitch. I take in his appearance and drool. He's wearing tight black slacks with a burgundy long sleeve dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his big veiny hands and tattooed covered arms. I feel myself harden at the sight of this sexy man that's mine and Casey's. I forgot that I stopped walking to gawk at I feel his gaze on

Memphis's POV:What the fuck was that? I just got back to the states a couple hours ago and wanted to unwind with the guys. It was going good until I went to go get a round of drinks for us and bumped into that waitress. That beautiful waitress my subconscious chimes in. Beautiful? Where'd that come from? She was infuriating and rude. But fuck if she wasn't sexy as hell ripping me a new one. I kind of feel bad cause she looked like she had been there awhile and just wanted to taste a good meal and relax. I was kind of a dick to her even though she did most of the yelling. I don't even care about the shirt or that she screamed at me. She looked like she was about to cry and like the idiot that I am I just stood there watching her stomp off and leave. A hand on my shoulder and my buddies laughs ring in my ears brings me back to the present. Roman is chuckling at me while the two idiot brothers are falling on the floor laughing at me. I look at Javi who's behind the bar cleaning a glas