All Chapters of His Serpent's Kiss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He tugged at my coat and I hissed. He didn't pay attention to me and peeled back the jacket to see the bullet hole in my shoulder. “Come.” He released me and ordered I was speechless, watching him give orders to several of his men and domestic staff. Slowly, I took a step forward, then another, clenching my jaw from the pain. Nero was waiting for me in the living room with impatience clear in his eyes. Beside him, a maid held a large first aid box. I raised my brows. “I can handle it myself, Don,” It was the first time I'd ever called him that without a hint of snark. Honestly I was simply exhausted, but something flickered in Nero’s eyes and he took a step forward and gripped my chin, tilting my head up to peer into my eyes. “You don’t have a fever,” he said like it was newfound knowledge to me. “Surprising you deign to call me Don when you have fought with me all day, Dante.” He gestured on the couch beside him, and I couldn't refuse. Slowly I removed my jacket, walking past

“Oh? And rob your child of his mother? That’s cruel, Nero, even for you.” “I have done worse. I don't tolerate liabilities.” My cousin scoffed, but still didn't say anything in Layla’s defense. She had hated her the moment that she found out Layla had tried to baby trap me, and had fought with her constantly about Marcus’care. Getting rid of her was not a problem. FInding out who else she was in contact with was the only reason she still remained alive. “I heard from Amelia as well, that you have a new guest in the house,” Cara finally said what she had come for. I glanced at her, my expression unchanged. She looked at me expectantly. “Come on, Nero, give me some information here. Who’s this man?” “An assassin,” I said with utmost sincerity. She froze, and I chuckled at her own befuddled look. “And a companion.” “Really? An assassin? I thought we’d agreed to steer clear of those since Zara.” She took a bite of her sausage which was speared onto a fork before waving her hand.

I leaned back against the cushion, and breathed deeply. It didn't help to calm me down. “What’s in it for me? You want me to do the dirty work for you, yeah? Can't take down Nero on your own. How did he manage that? Building his own mafia to rival a legacy of over fifty years? Your family’s mafia shouldn't be so weak.” I must have hit a nerve, because suddenly I felt the barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of my head. But I didn't feel fear. If Angelo wanted to kill me he would have done so since. But he deigned to win me over. Angelo Vecchio’s face bore a storm of unbridled anger, his mask of commanding aura all but broken. Now I could see it, the desperation that flickered in his gaze, the shame I had laid bare. Nero had been a dark horse and had been able to take over territories faster than any one of his people could blink. Even now, Angelo could not hope to lay a finger on him without the help of someone from the inside - a traitor. “If you want my help,” I cont

The next morning, I woke up with my back, waist, and dignity equally bruised and sore.To his credit, Nero Vecchio was no longer in the bedroom, and so I took that as my chance to escape, my body still recovering from the encounter of the last night.I had known what he had called me for, I thought to myself, fiddling with my disheveled hair. Lucky for me, I was the only one privy to my own embarrassment this time, because I had made it out of the bedroom and down the hallway to my own room without so much as seeing a single maid.Did Nero have to be so direct?Looking down at my bare skin, I shivered, recalling his hands on my hips, guiding his dick into me like–“Damn it,” I muttered darkly while shaking my head, a brave attempt to rid myself of those memories.The only reason I had played nice was because of the plan that Angelo had entrusted to me. The part where I could get Nero to trust me, and in return, i would uncover all the plans and assets he had for Angelo Vecchio and I t

The silence in the diner was thick with unspoken tension. My lips twitched, and I could hardly refrain from laughing at the look of the dead man in front of me. I had enough of him a while ago, his torture wasnt interesting enough to keep him alive.So… boring.My eyes flickered back to Dante, who stared down at his plate, eating quietly like nothing had happened. If not for the slight stiffness of his hands, the way he chewed woodenly, not daring to glance my way, I would have thought he wasn’t affected.A surge of pride ran through me in a thrilling moment.He was learning to control himself.Good.I picked up my fork and began to eat, ignoring the men that stood waiting for my signal to pick up Bernito’s corpse. Not a soul moved until the last morsel of steak had gone down my throat.Then I took a sip of the wine, its rich taste paired beautifully with the meal.Dante was finished with his meal long before I was, and I cleared my throat, seeing his eye twitch.“You,” I gestured to