My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

*Gwen’s POV*Upon seeing the news, Isabella had invited me to her room after Darick's outburst. I was glad Darick had calmed down. I'd seen him mad before, but never in the manner he was when Viktor showed him the news about the dead college girls. I was almost scared to be around him after he punched a hole into the wall. I wanted to know his plans, but I wasn't sure if he would tell me. "Gwen? Gwen, are you okay? You look as if you're lost in your thoughts." Isabella’s voice broke my internal dialogue, bringing me back to reality.I sighed. "I'm okay. I'm just worried about Darick. I’ve never seen him so mad." Isabella patted my shoulder gently. "Darick has worked hard to make sure the vampires don't draw attention to themselves. It's a good sign that right now, most people don't believe in vampires and will only see this as a sick cult ritual." Just then, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. "Come in, Viktor!" Isabella shout

*Darick’s POV*I shouldn't have been so cold and callous to Gwen. She didn't deserve to be treated like a one-night stand. However, ending whatever we had was for the best. I would never be able to give myself to her entirely, and despite my heart telling me there was a way, I knew deep down there wasn’t. Not one that we’d both benefit from. I couldn’t leave my men without a responsible leader. Kindred and vampires worldwide depended on me to take back the territory that belonged to the Blood Brothers for thousands of years. I should have never let my guard down. Having sex with Gwen was a distraction. Ever since she arrived, I’d barely made any moves—any plans. Hell, Amon had entered our home, and I hadn’t even made a move. Who the hell was I lately?My plans to take back our territory started to fall apart from the day she broke into my home, and I knew it. Why did she have to break into my fucking house?And to make matters worse, why did I even put that blood oath on her i

*Darick’s POV*Last night was the first night I laid in my bed without Gwen, and it drove me crazy. Not just because I wanted the warmth of her body close to mine, but because I was also responsible for watching over her. I crept down the hallway and peeked into her room several times throughout the night to make sure she was safe, despite my better judgment. I replayed the argument between Gwen and I in my mind. I wished I could take back every hurtful word I had spoken to her. I tried rehearsing multiple apologies, but none of them made sense. And none of them would matter—I couldn’t be with her.But I wondered…if we had to be in the same house, we should at least be on good terms.Maybe I could get her some flowers, but I wasn’t sure if she was the flower type. For a second, I considered asking Isabella what to get her to help smooth this over, but I didn't want to drag her into this. I didn't know what to do for Gwen as I had never been in this situation before

*Gwen’s POV*I awoke to a loud scream that sent shivers down my spine. I could hear shouting and commotion downstairs. My heartbeat hammered in my ears. I ran to the door and rested my head against it. 'What was going on down there?' I thought to myself. I cracked the door open to see if I could hear better. The screams were getting louder, and I could no longer contain my curiosity. I raced down the steps and stumbled upon a scene that looked like a horror movie. Blood covered the floor and coated the air with a metallic taste. Darick and his men were groaning in agony. Martin was trying to keep blood from gushing out of Wendall's stomach, but the blood was seeping through his hands. Isabella sobbed as she held Viktor's bleeding head. Fear gripped me as I stood frozen, staring at the blood bath scene before me. "I'm starting to see stars…" Wendall stated with a rough cough.And then not a second later, a scream rattled through Wendall's lips. Darick l

*Gwen’s POV*Darick inhaled deeply. He took a moment to reply—and even though it was a fraction of a second, the hesitancy worried me."Are you sure?" he finally asked. I interlocked my fingers with his, more for my own reassurance than his. "Yes, I'm not afraid. I want to, Darick. I'm ready to give myself to you. All of me." "It may hurt. You may even pass out," he noted with a hint of seriousness in his eyes. "I'm not afraid," I repeated.Darick observed me for a little while longer before walking to his closet. I watched him as he shuffled through clothes and other items. He grabbed what looked like lingerie and then shut the closet door.“Do you know what this fully means?” he asked me. It seemed like he was giving me another chance to back out, but I wasn’t going to. I was determined on my decision.“Yes,” I replied. “Well, somewhat. Isabella briefly told me.”Darick nodded. "The ‘kiss’ is a special ritual. It's an act of ecstatic an