Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil's Nurse: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

Cassian’s POVAll that filled my head even as I emptied the clip into the traitors in that room was Reina. Their bodies hit the floor and the meeting continued around me…reports of laundering, a few sub-circles stepping out of line. I had a meeting with Antonio, Lorenzo and Alfred. Oh and I bragged. I bragged real hard. I can’t believe I fucking promised to give Reina over to Lorenzo when I was done using it. Damn I was so stupid.The meeting was intense. The cracked walls all had to be cleaned up, and I did it without blinking. But even with blood on my hands and the taste of adrenaline in my mouth, every pistol crack echoed Reina’s laugh, her smell, the way she’d looked at me yesterday.Gosh I’m fucking obsessed.I’d been thinking straight through it all…I was going to marry her. Not tomorrow, not “sometime.” As soon as I could make it real. As soon as I could tie up the loose ends.Elias and Ethan haven’t been found yet.I’d already called planners, sketched a list in my head. J

Cassian’s POVThe house felt like it was shaking with my rage. I couldn’t breathe properly. My pulse was pounding in my ears as I stormed into the study, every step heavy with anger.“Find her!” I roared, slamming my fist into the table so hard the pens rattled off the surface. “Search every corner of this fucking estate. I want to know who’s missing, who hasn’t checked in, who the fuck opened that door!”Lucas was already barking orders into his radio, his voice sharp and controlled. “Mobilize everyone. I want every guard, every driver, every kitchen hand accounted for in the next ten minutes. Whoever’s missing is our rat…the same bastard who released Ethan months ago.”That name hit me like a slap. Ethan. My jaw tightened. “The same person who released Ethan released Candy?” I repeated under my breath, my mind racing. “What the hell do they have in common? Why would anyone risk their life to free those two?”Lucas was pacing, his phone pressed to his ear, giving instructions left an

Cassian’s POV“Jonah, what the fuck are you doing?” Elias barked, his voice sharp and trembling with rage. “Are you fucking blind? Point the gun at him, not me!”But Ethan didn’t move. His hands shook slightly, but the gun in them stayed trained on Elias. His eyes…moist, furious, and broken…glimmered in the dim light of the burning corridor.“You lied to me,” Ethan shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion. “All this time I’ve been following your orders, killing for you, thinking I was fighting for justice for our family…but you lied!”Elias scoffed. “Lied? About what, you stupid cunt?”“Yeah, that’s what you do, right?” Ethan bit back, trembling. “Talk down to me. Treat me like some useless trash. Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to do this anymore? That maybe I don’t want to be your shadow anymore?”“Oh crap, here we go again.” Elias rolled his eyes, lowering his gun slightly. “Put that useless feeling aside, Jonah. We’ll talk about it once this mission is

Reina’s POVIt’s been two years already.Two fucking years of waking up with Cassian’s arm locked around my waist like he’s scared I’ll vanish if he lets go. Seven-hundred-and-thirty nights of him fucking me into the mattress, or the wall, or the shower, or the kitchen island…until I forget my own name.Bliss? Most of the time.Chaotic? Always.I married the devil who runs half this city’s underworld. What did I expect, Sunday picnics?Last month proved it.We were eating breakfast when Cassian’s phone lit up with a single text. His face went stone-cold. Ten minutes later he was barking orders, shoving a go-bag into my hands and kissing me so hard my lips bruised.“The private jet leaves in twenty. You and Abby are going to the island. Now.”It turned out three Albanian crews decided to test the mafia boss. Cassian handled it the way he handles everything…blood, fire, and zero survivors. We stayed gone for seven days. Came home to a spotless house and a husband with fresh scars and t

Reina’s POVEpilogue – Three Years LaterI’m a mommy of two now, and some mornings I still wake up thinking it’s all been a wild dream.But then I feel the solid weight of Cassian’s arm across my waist, his breath warm against my neck, and I know it’s real. More than real…it’s the kind of real that hits me in the chest every single time.The house is quiet for once…miraculously quiet. Sunlight slips through the half-open blinds, painting gold stripes across the bed. Cassian’s side is empty but still warm…he’s probably downstairs making coffee the way he does every weekend when we have the mansion all to ourselves, shirtless, muttering at the espresso machine like it personally offended him.I stretch, grinning at the delicious ache between my thighs. Even after all these years, the man doesn’t know the meaning of gentleness. Or moderation. Last night he had me against the shower wall, water pounding down while he pinned my hands above my head and fucked me until my legs gave out. T