All Chapters of His Serpent's Kiss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My choice was unfortunately made in that second.Without wasting any time I snatched the envelope right out of the Manager's hands.“Hey, wait!”The man called out in panic but I didn't bother listening.I had hoped to get through today without my bloodshed, and lingering would make Nero indulge in his violent whims.Best to be out of here before he could exact any of his measures.I stormed out of the Manager's office, feeling like I needed to be hosed down by the thick stench in there only to come face to face with Frank timidly squaring off against Nero, who was a head taller.He raised his gaze, ignoring the man right in front of him. As our eyes met, I could see the question in them. I raised the envelope, my heart pounding.“Hey! You!’ the manager behind me suddenly started shouting.I turned only to see the man running out holding a gun.Damn it.Suddenly, Frank yelled. “Don’t f

My head still buzzed, but it was far better than before. Though the edges of my vision were a little blurry and I knew I would faint if I so much as rolled my eyes, the heavy pain had dulled into something less so. At least I had the ability to think without wondering if my arm needed reconstructive surgery.But the painkillers also had the terrible side effect of letting my mouth run before my brain would compute it.Nero stopped in his tracks and turned around. He didn't say anything smart or try to provoke me. Instead he crossed his arms, which made that tattoo on his arm watch my eye once more.“Ask, pet,” he said.I pursed my lips, briefly pondering the consequences of going into this conversation a little high from the pain meds, but ultimately I chose to deal with the repercussions when I was more sober.“Why exactly did you kill my father?”The question was one that reminded me of the deep pain and anger I felt through my

My mind swam as I delved into the deepest recesses of my mind. Sleep was like a drug, and the moment I woke up, I felt even more exhausted.My body felt hot all over, it was not pleasurable by any means. But the sunlight which had once been fervent, had dulled slightly.I felt something buzzing in my pocket and slowly shifted on the bed to rise.My arm, which was injured, twinged as it lay helplessly on the same pillow Nero had placed under it.“Oh, damn it,” I muttered as I shifted and finally managed to reach the burner phone. My hand shakily grasped the phone and I answered it. “Hello?” My voice croaked into the receiver only to receive a barrage of curses.“Bastard! You fucking idiot! Did you not get a hold of the envelope?” Angelo was vitriolic, and it angered me just hearing it.“I’ll have you know that I took a fucking bullet in the arm from your man,” I bit out, keeping my voice as low as I could. “And I still have a

The next time I opened my eyes, I felt an uncharacteristic lightness. My vision focused, and I instantly recognized the ceiling.I was back at Nero’s home, in HIS bedroom.I swallowed, only to find my throat incredibly dry. Memories of my last moments before everything went black rushed through my head.The conclusion I came to was that this experience was one I did not wish to repeat.Slowly, I sat up, and I felt a tug at my skin, making me realize I still had an I.V. infusion attached to my arm.My injured arm didn't hurt anymore, and I did not feel the heat that had accompanied me through the trip back. Even with painkillers, it had been very hard to walk, but now, things felt mostly back to normal.The door opened and before I could comprehend much, Nero had stepped in, pausing as soon as he saw me awake.Seeing Nero again, something shifted within me, both familiar and not.He looked like he’d been through

The silence that filled the living room was heavy. We stared at each other, the gravity of the situation dawning.“Is it terrible?” Daniel asked stoically, his face barely showing any expression.“It depends on how you look at it.”“You said Angelo wants to make a move,” there was contemplation in his voice. “How bad is it?”Thinking of the videos and documents I had retrieved from the hard drive, I tightened my fists.“Angelo wishes to consolidate power.” I said, “Grandfather is his only obstacle in doing that. With him gone, Angelo would no longer fear the family council.”“So he wants to take him down. But you know my father is not the sort that will go down easily. He wouldn't have kept his influence throughout these years if he wasn't capable,” Daniel chuckled. “Angelo would be hitting a brick wall.”I could not reply to that, not because I didn't believe that, but because the evidence was against my grandfather.There were rules in the Mafia and between crime families such as ou