All Chapters of Veins of Vengeance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lazaro’s POV The hunting games were scheduled to start sometime around midnight. A sharp whistling rang out in the air, the first summoning, and I rolled over on the sheets in my tent, biting back a groan. This was a yearly De Luca family tradition I never looked up to. It was pointless to me. Who the fuck walks around in the middle of the night hunting cougars? Building tents out in the open cold this time every year? Just to do this? And now my wife has to do the same fucking thing every year, with the family..against her will.. I don’t like it one bit.. My wife…this I loved. I loved everything about it..the sound of it.. the thrill it sent up my chest each time I thought about it.. But this stupid tradition…nope. It was to symbolize the indomitable courage that ran through the veins of De Lucas, but I honestly didn’t see the need for that. We were a courageous bunch already, the De Lucas. We necessarily didn’t need to walk about in a forest in the middle of the night,

Seraphina’s POV I walked out of the supermarket, a smile tugging on my lips. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the previous night with Lazaro, and all the mind-blowing things he’d done to me. And shown to me.. I shivered in pleasure each time the explicit memories of us tangled on those silk sheets flashed before my mind’s eyes, the sensation spiraling all the way to my toes. Pressing my lips together, I pulled the passenger door open, and dumped the bag of groceries on the seat. Impulsively, I’d decided I was going to cook a meal for Lazaro tonight. Maybe that was just my subconscious trying to thank him for the very many wonderful pleasures, and a great first time. So I drove to the supermarket myself and picked out the groceries I needed. The smile widening, I crossed over to the driver’s side and pulled the car door open, and just as I slammed the door shut and slipped the key into the ignition, I felt something thin and cold against my neck. Confusion surfaced at first, th

Seraphina’s POV I remained very still on the bed, as the doctor ran a medicated swab across my swollen cheeks, massaging gently. “Do you think it’s going to scar?” I asked moments later, and she flashed me a patient smile. “Not really, Mrs. De Luca,” she reassured in a gentle voice. “It’ll just bruise for a couple of days, and it’ll clear out. But,” she waved her hand, “nothing serious. Trust me.” I nodded, exhaling in relief. Somehow, I was thankful that the bastard that did this to my face was dead… Lazaro killed him… for my sake… And I was scared too. I couldn’t deny that. Scared for myself, for Lazaro, and the world of people that would dare lay their fingers on me. I’d stayed awake, late into the night, wondering about a lot of things.. The dead body of that man….. how did they take care of it? I wasn’t usually curious about things like that, but I wanted to know this time. The journal too. I’d wondered a lot about that also. I couldn’t bring myself to continue readin

Seraphina’s POV I stirred around a bit, slowly regaining my consciousness. And as I peeled my eyes open, I blinked repeatedly, wondering why everywhere was dark. “Lazaro?” I croaked out, his name the first that came to mind, and just then, I heard the scraping sound of a chair in the darkness. “Good, she’s awake,” his voice rang out in the room, and nanoseconds later, the darkness was flooded with a flurry of light. “How do you feel, Princesa?” I blinked again, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light, and that was when I saw him moving towards me, his face a mask of concern. “Lazaro,” I mumbled, trying to lift myself on my elbows, but he quickly strode over, gently nudging me back on the bed. “Don’t try to get up,” he ordered, his tone gruff. “You need maximum rest.” “But,” I licked my lips, blinking again, “w-what happened? Why am I here?” I looked around, at the fluid that was being passed through my veins, at the heavily-antiseptic smelling room. His gaze hardened at m

Seraphina’s POVBlushing, I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to stare at anything but Lazaro as he turned to me, watching my reaction.“I can't tell if you're still flushed from the fever, or the aftercare I gave to you.” Lazaro teased with a grin.I snapped up to my defense, “Shut up! It's neither of them!”“Whatever you say, Mi Cara.” His grin grew wider as he dried his hair. “You look better now. Maybe what you just needed for a relief was an aftercare.”I grabbed the nearest pillows to my side and bolted to my feet, “I swear to—”Knock knock.We both froze in our tracks, and I watched as his hands settled on the gun in his pocket.“Stay where you are.” He ordered—like the hell I was going to move to the door half-naked in the first place—and slowly unlocked the door.Given the way he retracted his hand from his gun and the current annoyed look on his face, I could tell that it was someone we both knew.“What the fuck do you want, Aric?” Lazaro asked, his tone restrained with