《Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

Castle.I should’ve felt guilty about what happened in the wee hours of the morning, but all I felt was cold.That hollow, creeping kind of cold that settled into my bones and made everything quiet—the kind that warned you the worst wasn’t over.Even though it was morning already, the blinds were drawn. And not even a bit of sunlight escaped through.I lay there in the dark, arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling like it could calm the storm in my head.I remembered the event of last night when Adriana had held the glass to her own throat and threatened to kill herself if I didn’t stop treating her like she didn’t matter.And I dared her.Not because I wanted her dead, but because I realized, for the first time, that I wouldn’t care if she was.That was the truth. A raw, ugly thing I hadn’t let myself speak out loud until now.I remember how shocked she had looked when she didn't get the reaction she was aiming for from me. And how numb I felt as I said in a cold voice, “If y

Castle.My dick twitched in my pants as I lay down on Angel's bed, pressing his shirt to my nose like it was an oxygen tank. Fuck.I turned my head to the side, picturing him stretched across it.Would his limbs be sprawled or curled tight? I wondered how he slept.And I was a little bit pissed at myself that I'd hadn't thought of the cameras before that morning. I wanted to know if he moaned in his sleep. If he hugged a pillow to himself. Also, if he jerked himself off on some lonely nights while thinking about me.The more I stared at the other side of the bed, the more I could imagine it better.I imagined Angel on his back, hand around his cock, biting down on his bottom lip just to keep quiet. I could almost hear his soft, shaky breaths, whispering my name. I didn’t know what possessed me. Maybe I was already past the point of being possessed. Maybe I’d been stripped down to my most feral pieces.Because I suddenly stood up, undoing my belt with numb fingers. Tugged the zippe

Castle.I almost didn’t go home that night.After the meeting with Tomas, I drove past my own street twice. Circled it like a shark unsure if it wanted to bite into old meat. I had my bag in the backseat, the one I usually kept for emergencies—spare shirt, toothbrush, and a bottle of whiskey I hadn’t touched in weeks.The hotel where I normally lodged when I needed distance was just twenty minutes away. Tucked discreetly into the upper floors of a private high-rise, it was perfect. But I didn’t drive there.Because laying low wasn’t checking into a penthouse suite with fresh linens and skyline views. It was slipping back into the shadows you built for yourself.So I went home.Not because I wanted to. Adriana was still a goddamn tempest with lip gloss. And I was too tired to weather her storms. I didn't exactly know what was going on with her but I knew that she needed to get her act together. Because if she didn't, then I would be forced to take a step that I didn't want to take o

Castle.Angel was out cold, his face half-buried in the pillow, breath slow and even, that goddamn Kevlar vest still lying beside him like a silent warning. I assumed that the raid was happening the next day—morning, maybe early afternoon. That’s how they usually rolled. Precise. Timed. Predictable.So I gave the go-ahead to Tomas to start offloading the shipment. And then when I couldn’t sleep, I slipped out of bed and went to the store to get a bottle of whiskey. Only to find Adriana sitting on the cold floor, drinking directly from a bottle of Chardonnay. She looked like misery personified, and heaven knows that she would make me feel as miserable as she felt if she laid her eyes on me. So I backtracked as quietly as I could and went back to my room. As I walked up the steps to my wing, I reminded myself to book an appointment with a therapist for Adriana. If not one of these days, she would actually go crazy for real. Discarding the shorts I had on, I got dressed in leather a

Castle.The tires hummed against the road as I drove in silence. I kept my eyes on the side mirror, half-expecting sirens to start blaring behind us. But nothing. My pulse thrummed in my throat. My heart was beating fast against my ribcage.Tomas groaned beside me, slouched low in the passenger seat, one hand clamped over the mess of red soaking through his shirt. His breath came shallow and fast.“You good?” I asked, voice low.He scoffed. “Define good.”I flicked the headlights off for a stretch of road, just in case. “Update me on the situation back at the warehouse.”He didn’t answer right away. I heard him swallow hard as he sighed.“All gone,” he muttered. “All our fucking men. Fifteen. Fifteen trained soldiers. Dead like dogs.” His voice cracked, rage choking the vowels. “FBI kept one alive. Saw him crawling out. I put a bullet in his eye before he opened his mouth.”I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.“You what?”“I said I shot him.” His jaw clenched. “I wasn’t about