บททั้งหมดของ Veins of Vengeance: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 49

Lazaro’s POVI stormed into the house around 1:44am, my chest still boiling with rage at the encounter I’d just had with my wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing of a cousin.Well, I’d always known he was a wolf underneath all that saint crap, anyway. He couldn’t deceive me. He knew that. And that was why he outed himself faster.I walked to the kitchen as I entered the house, hunger pangs whiplashing my stomach mercilessly. But I paused in my tracks when I noticed the dinner table was untouched. A completely set table, which no one sat at.Seraphina missed dinner? Again, tonight? Was it because I wasn’t around?I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. She had probably come down to meet my absence. Disappointed all over again. Turning around, I bounced out of the kitchen without grabbing the bite I’d intended, taking the stairs three at a time.I got to her room and pushed the door in, only to find it empty. Neatly kept. I swept my eyes across the width and breadth of the room, in search of her,

Seraphina’s POVSANTA FE, ARGENTINATwo weeks later I woke up to the sun’s warm reflection on my face, and the sound of a melodious chirping that came from the tiny, wooden window that hung above my head. It was a beautiful privilege, this one. But I still felt that emptiness that pulled so hard at me whenever I let my mind stray from the beauty of nature I was surrounded by. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, I pulled the thick blanket off my body and swung my legs over the bed, opening my mouth in a wide, tired yawn.Then I walked out of the tiny room, to the smell of the sea on the beach, grabbing my toothbrush on the way out. Yeah, I lived on a beach now. In a tiny, small hut.No longer as Seraphina, but as—“Catalina!”Yep, that was my name now.I lifted my gaze up to see Martina Aguero, the woman that had offered me help on a stranger’s land, paddling a boat to the shore, a small net jumping around behind her. I waved at her as I broke into a run towards her, my lips cracking into

Lazaro’s POV“The bounty hunters have returned.”I looked up from the journal in my hands, to find Jaxon there. I’d been reading the journal non-stop for days, since I found it. Biding my time for whenever the bounty hunters returned with news of their search. And that moment had finally arrived. Thank heavens.“Send them in,” ‘I ordered, slamming the journal shut and pushing to my feet. He left and returned seconds later, with three men trailing behind him, all of which their appearances screamed their profession.“So,” I started as they spread out in front of me, their heads tilted in slight curtsy, “what do you have for me? Did any of you find her?”The burly man with a heavily tatted face stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Take a look at this,” he said, lifting his phone to my eyes. “Saw someone with a striking resemblance to her in Monaco,” he continued, “although this one’s married to a lawyer.”I squinted my eyes at the picture on the phone, taking in the fiery red hair a

Jaxon’s POVWe touched down at Monaco sometime before noon, and as the hunter led the way to the arrivals lounge, I cautiously trailed behind him, my eyes roaming about in a vigilant sweep.My jaw twitching every now and then.My gut feeling about Seraphina being in Argentina was strong enough, and that was why I’d offered to go there in search of her.I couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt, or in a difficult situation over there.I was eager to see her. But then, as if Lazaro had seen right through my plan, he’d shattered it, sending me to fucking Monaco, when we both knew it was a lost cause.And although I knew, a small part of my mind still wished the one in Monaco here, was the real Seraphina.I sighed, my grip tightening around the duffel bag I carried, as I watched the hunter flag down a cab.We got in, and the hunter gave the address, and soon, we were on our way to fake Seraphina.“So,” the hunter cheered his throat, leaning into the seat next to me, “you’ll be the on

Lazaro’s POVMy fight with Aric continued into the bushes that surrounded the dilapidated house, as we rolled all the way over down, clawing at each other’s neck.It was a sloppy area, so rolling was inevitable. I had to stick my foot between a cluster of bushes to stop myself, slamming a fist hard into the side of his face as I did.“Fucking bastard!” I cursed, driving a knee into his skull. “You have a death wish, don’t you?”“You’re the one with a death-wish, Laz. I promise you, you’d regret ruining my plans today.”“Go to hell, Aric.” I shoved him off me just then, further down the shrubs. But then, to my surprise, he never stopped going down. As he realized that too, his pupils dilated in fear, and he reached a hand out to me. “Laz, no—“A snap went off and he tumbled all the way down, disappearing from sight, his screams of terror filling my ears. What the heck just happened?Well, my greater concern lay with Seraphina back at the old house. So I had to get back to her… Carefully