บททั้งหมดของ His To Claim!!!: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Don Zealot “As we all know, Fourth Brother is already working with the police, which is why they have so much information about us.” I don't need to remind them, as all of my sworn brothers know about this already. I only need to make them understand why he deserves what’s coming for him. How else would I make them angry enough for my next course of action? He has betrayed the brotherhood, and he will fall under the gun. This mission, as we all know, is supposed to be his last. Whatever happens, I hope no one holds it against the other.”I can see my fifth brother still doesn't believe that every leak has been because of the fourth brother. It’s not about whether the fifth brother believes it or not. It’s the weight of his betrayal that matters.“But what did the police promise him? Is it because of his missing sister? Could that be the reason he's helping them? The fourth brother I know cannot betray us for no reason.” You won't spoil my plans, Fifth. You have made your choice, and

Carla“Aaaahhh!!” It hurts! It hurts like hell. “Aaahhhh!!!! Please, stop! It hurts…” My whole body is on fire. They… They… They're emptying bottles of vodka all over my body. I know they just want to see me beg for mercy, and I’ll give them just that. The pain is too much! What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Whom did I offend? “Sweetheart, what you're feeling is no pain at all. The real deal is yet to come, okay? So, hang in there and don't disappoint me. I have so much in store for you.” That voice again… Even though she slapped me hard across the face, I am almost numb to the pain. However, I don't know why I can't remember the face behind the voice.“Aaaaahhhhh!!! Aaaaahhhhh!!! It hurts! Aaaaahhhh! It's burning my body… Please…. Aaaahhhh!!!!”Mmmmhhmmm! Why are they pouring more on me? My whole body is already drenched in vodka. Why… Why won't they just stop? “Please, make it go away. Please…” Even though I'm pleading with tears in my eyes, no one cares. The vodka

Don AngeloWith precision, I fire a bullet through the sucker’s left leg, causing the bastard to fall like the dead man he is. He is just a walking dead man as far as I am concerned, because no one dares to harm my Carla and lives to tell the story. I promise to roast all of them till they beg to die, yet death would not come for them. They will all get what they’re due. I don’t even care to look at who else is in the room, as the Alpha team takes out the other people. “I want them alive! Every single one of them!” My blood is boiling with rage, fear, anguish, and many other emotions I cannot fathom. What I know for a fact is that I’m feeling a sense of loss I have never felt before. Why am I scared of losing Carla? Why will I be scared of losing her when she’s nothing but a plaything to me? She’s supposed to mean absolutely nothing to me, so why does it hurt so much to see her hurting? What’s wrong with me? My chest hurts so much. It feels like a lump has formed in my throat, and

Don Angelo“How is she?” I ask the nurse for the umpteenth time, yet all she can say is the same thing they have been telling me since last night. “Dr Meredith is still stitching her up. I only came out to get another dose of blood, Don.” What the heck! It’s been one excuse after another, and I’m losing my mind just standing here. “Isn't that like the fourth one already?” Can't even remember asking that out loud, but the nurse still responds anyway. I’ve seen them carrying three packets of blood already, and this is the fourth one.“Yes, Don. The lady lost a lot of blood. Sorry, but I need to go in now.” The nurse bows and rushes into the room once again, just like the ones who came out before her. Dr Meredith has stopped me from entering the operating room, using the excuse that I won't be able to withstand Carla's current state. I know she knows me well, but staying out here is torture for me.I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles already. I have been pacing back and fort

Lucinda Caprio“Dad, I have a proposal for you.” I know my father is anxious, but I will not allow him to behave like a scared kitten because he fears what Don Zealot might do. He thinks I’m unaware, but my father’s role in Don Zealot’s downfall is no news. I understand his fears.“You know you're taking things for granted, Lucy.“ My father thinks I'm not taking things as seriously as I should. Hmph!! If only he knew I was more serious about the situation than he could ever imagine.“Calm down, Father. I made the guards place the package in the open space. If it's a bomb, we should hear a blast soon. Would it destroy the open space? Besides, I already told the bomb squad to check it before moving the package-not that I’ll tell Father about it, though.“What’s your proposal?” He asks defeatedly, looking back at the food in front of him. He knows I won’t say a word until that food diminishes in size. Hence, he takes small bites, hoping I won’t force him to overeat.One other reason for