Semua Bab Little Bird: Bab 41 - Bab 50

ACE.With the SUV tearing through the imposing iron gates of the Taurine estate, worthy of royalty, the haunting vision of Jaxsons' lifeless form being mercilessly dragged by the very horse he handpicked and generously purchased echoes relentlessly in my mind. A wicked grin tugs at the edges of my lips, revelling in the sheer satisfaction.I would have derived immense pleasure from tormenting that wretched bastard severing each finger with precision before ruthlessly removing his hands at the wrists, and ultimately obliterating his forearms. But my time is crucial, and dying by horse has a nice ring to it as well.Amelia has not spoken a single word since we departed from the Drakos kingdom. Only occasional sighs and expressions of pain have passed between us, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere during our journey here.I’ve had to still my twitching hands from reaching out to her and pulling her into my embrace as I inhale her scent, allowing it to claw at my soul, knowing that af

As we rush inside the mansion, the sound of bodies being slammed against the wall and things shattering resonates through the air.“What are you all doing just standing there!” Andrea cries out, pointing to their henchmen, who haven’t moved from their post.“Mr. Taurine has ordered us not to interfere.” One of them replies, refusing to meet Andreas’ gaze.“I don’t care what my husband has said! Go in there and break them apart before one of them ends up dead!” She screams, stomping her foot on the marble floor with her hands curling into tight balls of fury at her side. “NOW!”Suddenly, all the men who were standing guard in the entry lobby take off towards the commotion that sounds like it is getting closer towards us.“I don’t give a fuck that you didn’t know who she was, Ace! You deflowered her and that can’t be undone!” A voice like thunder rains down upon us all, sending an icy chill up the fine line of my spine.Andrea and I both share a look of apprehension between ourselves be

ACE.I turn away from Amelia with my hands curling into fists, and I shove them deep into my pockets as I walk towards the door.All I want to do is bend her over Nathanials’ desk and fuck her until all that she remembers is my name. I don’t want to leave her here.Damn it, I’m kicking myself for bringing her here.What the fuck was I expecting?I knew Nathanial would never let me leave his empire with Amelia once he found out who she was.As a father myself, I can respect that.But fuck me, it doesn’t mean I have to like his decision.“Ace…” Her soft voice strikes me across the chest, slicing away at my heart.I press my head against the cracked door, feeding off the cool timber to soothe the ache growing in my chest. When I said I didn’t love her, I meant it. But now that I am being forced to leave her behind and pretend that the little amount of time we spent together meant nothing to me, I was wrong and I realise I love her.And even though I am leaving without her today, I will

My mother takes my hand and leads me down the stairs to what appears to be their basement. When we reach the bottom step, my jaw drops as my eyes take in the scenery of the room. My heart will be the death of me if it doesn’t learn how to slow down. The walls are covered in black foam. In the corner of the room is a trolley with surgical tools neatly laid out on top; in the other corner, there is a makeshift cell with iron rods embedded into the ceiling and floor. Unable to take it all in before bile rises from my stomach, I turn and look at my mother, who is staring back at me. “Is this the Taurine Family’s torture room?” I ask her with apprehension lining my voice. “Yes.” My mother replies without hesitation, turning her head to look in front of her. “I don’t want to be here. I’m not a killer.” I blurt out, willing my feet to turn and run up the stairs. Unfortunately, I find myself rooted to the spot when one of my father's men drags a very flustered-looking Olivia through a h

I look at my reflection in the mirror and I don’t like what I see.I can’t believe I allowed my mother to drag me to the bridal boutique, three hours out of the city.Everything is starting to feel a little too real, and on the inside, I am silently dying from a panic attack.Tonight is the night that I am to meet my future groom. My mother keeps telling me how handsome Wicked is and how much he resembles Ace. Even if my mother is speaking the truth, Wicked isn’t Ace.And my soul will continuously mourn for him every day that we are apart.I have thought about running away many times when the opportunity has shown itself, but every time I look into my mother’s kind eyes, I just can’t.If I willingly run away, I know it will break her. I have heard the house staff chattering in the kitchen about my mother being bedridden for many years because she used pain medication to pass the time.Today marks eight years of sobriety for her, and I don’t want to be the reason for her relapsing. I’v