Semua Bab The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“сократить его!” My father's voice rumbled with a menacing tone, his right hand coiled behind him, a cigarette precariously clinging to his parched lips.I winced as I looked on, watching Andrei—also known as the "six"—utilize a pair of pliers to extract the teeth of the captured Mexican spy. The sheer sound of his agonizing scream reverberated in my ears, causing me to press myself against the wall, almost melding into its surface. My entire body quivered with a mixture of fear and revulsion, yet the idea of leaving didn't even cross my mind. The memory of my previous attempt to escape a scene like this was all too vivid, marked by the thirty lashes Father delivered to my bare back with a whip. The pain lingered for over a week, a constant reminder of my disobedience.As blood spurted from the Mexican spy's mouth, mingling with his whimpers, he tilted his head in anguish, momentarily bowing it down. The room was charged with tension, heavy with the palpable agony that permeated every

The brilliant, luminous beams of the sun cascaded relentlessly onto my face, casting an unusual radiance that felt almost foreign in the context of Moscow, Russia. Typically enveloped in a blanket of snow, the city rarely witnessed such intense sunlight. The cold, though not biting, clung to the air as I groaned, compelled to awaken from my slumber. With a languid stretch, I hoisted myself from the comfort of the bed, my knuckles cracking in a satisfying rhythm, and a yawn escaping my mouth in an almost exaggerated display of morning awakening.Seated on the edge of the bed, I reached out to retrieve my phone, which rested atop the bed head. The device yielded to my touch as I pressed the button to bring it to life. Instantly, my gaze gravitated toward the digital calendar, and there it was, April 12th, 2020, etched onto the screen. My heart fluttered, for this date marked not only the calendar's progression but also signified a mere two months remaining until the inevitable culminatio

Ironically, it was the Mexicans as I thought. It was Father. The Lucas were on their feet with their guns pulled out from their holsters. Hearts racing and peace shattered. I was in awe and befuddled as well and pondered on what it was Father wanted to achieve by causing a fight at my wedding. “Calm down people, it’s only our tradition to shoot a gun to the sky and indicate celebration” he chuckled as he walked straight back on the aisle, directed at the altar. I didn’t even notice when he left his seat. Antonio’s eyes were cold and the same was that of the others. This time around, I couldn’t help but be tense. Antonio had no emotions on his face. He stood stoic and unperturbed. There was silence amongst all. Sir Luca advanced Father with coldness. There was something about the way he walked that cringed me. I only hoped this didn’t end in a blood bath. I knew of weddings that ended up in a bloodbath and most certainly I didn’t want mine to end that way. Hating Antonio and the all

“Oh my gosh! What did you just do? Why did you hurt yourself?” I couldn’t control how I felt. My legs were very weak and my heart pummeled like never before. The cut was large and blood continued dropping on the white bedsheet.There was one thing I couldn’t u see stand and that is the fact that Antonio remained calm and collected even while his hand was dripping with blood. It was more like he felt no pain at all. His eyes darted at me still with an overwhelming scowl.“Stop screaming!” He growled under a low tone his eyes carrying no emotion. He seemed stoic and I moved by the pain that came with the cut or probably felt no pain at all. My body urged me to move close to him to have a clearer view of the cut which was steadily filled with blood. “How do you expect me to stop screaming!? Where is your first aid kit?” I quizzed and acted uneasy. He looked at me and gave me the look of “You are overreacting”. I didn’t understand what was going on.I moved and was about to head to the

“Olga..”Dima moaned as he enfolded his hands around my midriff while we kissed. I had missed him so much and his touch. “I miss you”I moaned, while still latching lips with him. His breath swelled heavily on me. Our bodies clung firmly together with each other. He continued pushing me backwards slowly as we continued kissing till he launched me to the wall where I could not move further. He broke away from the kissing and stared into my eyes with a cunning smile. I reciprocated! “You look beautiful!” He eulogized and placed his right hand on my neck calmly. His fingers jangled around my ear till he trapped the tip of my hair. “I don’t want you to go! How can I live my life without you Olga! Just tell me how!?”his countenance immediately switched from a hearty one to a heavy and broken one. His eyes narrowed at me intently and tears filled them. “ I don’t know what to do babe! I don’t know” the tears I was managing to hold back crawled right out once more. “No no, don’t do that” he