Semua Bab Claiming His Queen : Bab 181 - Bab 190

I blinked at the man seated before me, who unexpectedly didn't own an ounce of the amusement he had driven the conversation with. He searched my face, reading my restricted expressions, and there and then, I knew it wasn't impossible that he heard my heartbeat go silent."That's not my choice to make," my strangled voice finally came up, "Adler decided to leave Campani...""Bullshit," he said with an even voice, "You don't know what you're doing, do you?"He stood up and walked towards me, and I sighed when he passed me and returned with a porcelain vase. Studying its intricate designs and humming out his approval as he found his seat."Adler is a wild animal," he gave a quick laugh, "He and I like to say that I was the reason he turned out this way: bloodthirsty, beastly strength, and insatiable," He placed the vase on the table, catching my attention once again, "That is far from the truth, Adler was born this way. His mother's death only made it unmanageable,"I whispered as if to

KYRAGuardiola snorted, "...why should that have anything to do with me? "Seeing Salvatore's mouth almost drop open, Kyra resisted the urge to let the bubbles roll up her throat. "So much for 'I make decisions so you don't come back looking like that.' With each mission they completed, she witnessed his humanity slowly fading away. At this moment, his anger towards the man standing opposite them, along with his son who was standing behind him, was so obvious that he failed to conceal it."For she knew that if there were no table demarcating them, Guardiola would take a fist to the face while his son watched—anything to get rid of that smug smile the older man had on. "Would you like a drink? " Guardiola askedGuardiola was a sturdy, sixty-five-year-old man with salt-and-pepper hair that was neatly combed back, framing a weathered yet dignified face. His hazel eyes exuded boldness earned through years of experience. Before taking his seat, he stood tall with a slight stoop, evidence

KYRABack to Fishtown. Kyra withheld a groan as the odd smell of tar mixed with rotten fruit wafted past her nose as she maneuvered through the familiar market, observing her surroundings for the first sign of a threat. Since the previous night when she left Guardiola's sight, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and followed.At first, she contemplated it being paranoia, but after a night of instincts tugging at her sleeves and blaring red, she caressed her suspicions, reminding herself that she couldn't put it past the old man. As she scanned the market for Laron, considering giving up after hours of fruitless searching, her attention was suddenly caught by a noise nearby. Raising her head, she immediately spotted a small crowd gathered not far away.Then the whining from within, "I swear I took nothing. Get your hands, or else you regret it... Ouch, man, that hurts! Let me go. ""This kid," she murmured, making her way toward the scene, maneuvering through the crowd by

He shut the car door, "What did you think? That I will leave without you? "My mouth opened, but I couldn't get a single word out except deep-throated croaks despite the thousand thoughts running through my head. "Take all the time you need." He checked his watch, "We have a flight to catch in a couple of hours." He left me and poked his head in the front seat to speak to the driver. So back to Campania, I thought, taking the first step to Alessia's door, if I had a clue, that was all it took to change his mind. But then I never imagined returning to a place I swore never to set foot in, and even so, the manor?As I reached Alessia's door, I glanced back to see Adler leaning on the car, engrossed in his phone call, prompting me to question how patient he was willing to be. With a deep breath, I pressed the doorbell and waited."One moment!" Alessia called out, and soon after, the door swung open, revealing her. She froze at the sight of me. "Li... Lily?" she stammered, embracing me

SALVATOREWhen there was a gathering that involved making a circle around a weak and wounded person, he knew he was about to sniff the faint whiff of blood and listen to the agony of the newest enemy Domenico had his hands on. None of which were his favorite things to do.But what he never expected was Rune to be dragged into their center, half-conscious, the hair on the back of his head matted with blood seeping down his neck.His stream of consciousness paused, and he held his breath, determined not to betray his emotions, especially under Domenico's watchful eye as he handled an AR-15. The older man had ulterior motives, and he wasn't willing to comply without a cost.Until he caught sight of Kyra behind him, seeing his sister shut her eyes against the sight of Rune had the organ in his chest aching in a way he never thought would. And what was that bruise on her face? Why was there a fucking cut on her lips?He looked back at Rune on the floor; the clothes he had on, covered in d