All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Cassian’s POVI swallowed hard, heat boiling in my throat. My enemies were here. Brazil was crawling with them. Rival eyes watched every step I made, waiting for me to stumble.And Reina… she’d never been here before. She didn’t know the streets, didn’t know the faces, didn’t know the danger.What if someone had seen her step out? What if hands I hadn’t crushed yet had found her first?The walls closed in, black and suffocating. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else.If they touched her…if they even breathed near her…Brazil would burn before sunrise.“Bring her back to me,” I snarled to Lucas as he moved out with the men. “Tear this city apart brick by fucking brick if you have to.”The room emptied in a rush of footsteps, my men scattering like roaches under flame. Lucas’s voice cracked through the hall, directing them, dividing them into sectors, but it wasn’t enough.My fists curled tight on the table as I leaned forward, jaw locked. Every second without her w

Cassian's POVThe final meeting burned with heat the moment I entered the room. Men filled the table, tension snapping through the air like live wire. They were waiting…for orders, for structure, for a hand to grip the wheel and keep them from crashing into ruin. And that hand was mine.I rolled in, ice-cold authority dripping from every movement. “We’ve been sloppy,” I barked, my voice cutting across the room. “That ends today.”Files hit the table with a thud. New operations. New territories. I named subheads, cutting through loyalties and friendships like a scalpel. Some men lost everything, stripped bare of rank and honor. Others were elevated, their eyes shining with a mix of fear and anticipation.“Pedro, you’ll handle distribution out west. I don’t care what bridges you have to burn. Burn them all if you must.”“Marco, you’re done in collections. You’ve been bleeding us dry with your incompetence. From this moment, Rico takes over. Disobey me, and you’ll be the first body I pu

Reina’s POVThe hand clamped tightly over my mouth as the footsteps grew louder, closer…like a death knell counting down the seconds of my life. My heart clawed at my ribcage, wild, frantic, begging me to run when my body had nowhere to go.Is he one of them? Is he holding me until they catch me?Panic swelled up inside me, boiling hot, and I bit down hard, my teeth sinking into flesh. He only growled, deep and warning, the sound vibrating against my back.“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he hissed into my ear, his voice sharp, commanding. “Keep quiet.”The warning hit harder than his grip. Something in his tone froze me…an edge too controlled, too dangerous to test. So I stilled, barely daring to breathe.The man’s body pressed into mine as he moved us back, forcing me against his body until the shadows swallowed us. His hand shifted, not quite releasing me, and then…suddenly…we were moving. He dragged me with swift, precise movements, his frame covering mine as if I were some liabili

Cassian’s POV“Cassian!”Her little hands were suddenly on my chest, trembling, frantic, pushing at me as if she could force the poison back out with sheer desperation. I gave her a grunt, weak and broken, just enough to drive the knife of fear deeper into the room.Lucas bolted from his post, his shoes pounding the floor as he skidded to my side and pried Reina off me. He will fucking pay for that. For sure.“Boss! Boss…shit…” He grabbed my shoulder, eyes wide, panic streaking across his usually cold face.From the corner of my half-closed eyes, I caught the flicker.Enrique and Tom.The smug satisfaction painting their faces was enough to make me want to laugh out loud right then and there. But I kept my head tilted, my breath shallow, every motion choreographed. This is my house. My kingdom. Did they really think they could poison me like some green idiot fresh to the throne?Wolves, I thought. Pathetic ones, thinking they could outwit the hunter.Reina’s sobs tore at my ears. She

Cassain’s POVThe bodies were already half-dragged out…two traitors gone and the cleaners busy with the last wet smear of blood…yet the men lingered like flies that hadn’t yet decided whether to leave the feast. I flicked my eyes across the table and found Lucas planted by the doorway, one hand theatrically wiping the corner of his eye as if the meeting had turned sentimental.Why can’t they take a hint and just give Reina and me some privacy?“Why is the room still crowded?” I asked, slow and flat, because I didn’t have the energy for games and I already had one of them chewing on my patience. My voice cuts across the chatter. The men look down, shuffle. Some give a bad grin. None move.Lucas blinked at me with the wide, mock-sorrow face he kept for moments when he wanted everyone to laugh at his expense. He’s a stupid man in a beautiful suit when he wants to be, and a faithful one when it matters. He put on the rite of a tear…two fingers dragging the corner of his cheek, the motion