Semua Bab THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD : Bab 61 - Bab 70

BIANCAVictor stepped out of the car and a sigh of relief escaped from my lips. Rob opened the door and Victor paused when he saw his state.“What the hell happened here?” he asked as he pulled Rob into a hug.“No time to explain. We’re leaving. You should leave too. Go back to China,” Rob said as he watched Victor hug me with a tight expression.“I just got back. What the fuck is going on?” Victor asked again.“The Broker. He and his friends played us. And we lost. So I’m taking us somewhere safer till we can fight back,” Rob said.The blood drained from Victor’s face very fast. “The Broker?”“Yes. The same one that killed my family and the same one you ran from like a pussy,” Rob spat.Victor stepped back. “Aren’t you running too now?”“No. I’m taking my girl somewhere safe,” Rob said and he paused to stare at me with that look that made my stomach twist in ways I hated and wanted at the same time.“Your girl? Like is it still an act or she’s your girl for real?” Victor asked.How d

BIANCA I couldn’t feel my hands. Marriage certificate? Julian had to be joking. But he wasn’t smiling. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, that snake tattoo on his neck flexing with every breath. “What the hell do you mean a marriage certificate?” I asked, forcing the words out. “Fiery. I like that,” he said, smirking. “But it’s the only way they’ll let you on, cara. The route is already compromised. Customs officials will be bribed to ignore manifest errors, but not a pair of fugitives with no cover story. They want a husband and wife. No ring, no certificate—no passage. .” I turned to Rob. He didn’t even blink. “Can we fake it?” I whispered. Julian snorted. “Not in four hours. These men don’t take chances. You’ll be vetted by someone who’s been trained to smell lies. And if you’re not fast enough, someone else will take the spot.” “And if we don’t pass?” “Dead,” Julian said flatly. I swallowed hard. “So we just what? Get married?” “We’ll get married,” Rob said.

I had slipped into a simpler bodycon dress when we freshened up at the villa, but Rob didn’t care that we had limited clothes.He tore it off me and shoved me against the wall, his lips brushing over my cheeks before sucking hard on my neck.All of my anger melted like wax under flame the second his hands touched me.He broke the kiss just long enough to lock the door, then pressed back into me. I tugged on his hair and he tore my panties off like they offended him.He was wild and rough and I loved every second of it. His fingers fumbled with his buckle for only a moment before freeing his cock.He lifted me with one strong arm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.“Fuck…,” I moaned, fingers buried in his hair.And with one single, hard thrust, he was inside me. Stretching and filling me up nicely.He buried his face in my neck and moved slow at first, like he wanted to feel every reaction and every twitch I gave him.“Cazzo, mi fai impa

Bianca Blood. Too much blood. It soaked into his shirt, my hands, and the dock beneath us. “Rob!” I dropped to my knees. My hands pressed into his chest like I could stop the bleeding with nothing but will. His blood was too hot and I felt it seeping through my fingers. His eyes were still open but barely. Once again, he didn’t hesitate to risk his life for mine. “No, no, no. Stay with me. Stay the fuck with me,” I begged. “You said you’d always be there for me. Don’t you fucking die on me now!” Julian’s voice barked orders behind me. I couldn’t hear what. Couldn’t breathe past the scream stuck in my throat. Rob’s lips moved, but no sound came out. I leaned in. “Go,” he mouthed. “No. I’m not leaving you!” Marco appeared from behind, grabbing my shoulder. “We have to move…” “Don’t touch me!” I snarled, curling over Rob’s body. “Don’t you dare—” “He’s not dead!” Julian shouted. “We can still save him, but not here! We need to move!” Then arms wrapped around me, Marco

BIANCAWe had to stop at a port nearby but outside Italy’s borders so Victor can’t reach us. The captain was handing over some papers to the local customs officers and they scanned through them. “What’s wrong with that one?” One asked. “He’s seasick. He needs urgent medical attention. I think he’s also allergic to saltwater,” Julian said. He nodded and eyed us suspiciously. I walked behind Marco and Julian as we walked down the ramp. I could still feel the officers eyes on me but pretended like nothing was wrong. We had covered Rob’s bullet wound so they didn’t ask too many questions. “We will have to stop a taxi,” Julian said and Marco walked away to get one. The place was less crowded than I imagined. Fruit sellers sat under the tree's shade and some kids, maybe theirs, were playing close to the shore. Soon, Marco came back with a taxi. We got in but he didn’t. He wasn’t supposed to even come on the ship with us but he was forced to by Victor’s men. I waved him goodbye a