Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Luca's pov I was amazed to find the safehouse did have all the ingredients for making peanut soup. Dara only made it a handful of times but I hadn't cared much for it back then. I had no idea why I suggested it to Alex but now it felt like I had an obligation to see it through. Either that or I was simply using the activity to keep from thinking of what lay ahead. If I'll be able to do what lay ahead. Either way, cooking turned out therapeutic in a way. I'd forgotten how much I used to enjoy doing it with Dara and Ollie. She cooked a lot in the early days and taught me to. All that teaching came in handy when we moved and she had to work multiple shifts. I took over cooking for Ollie and me. Although most times we just ordered pizza or cheeseburgers. But I could make a mean Mac and cheese and I had been close to perfectly replicating the taste of Dara's spaghetti and meatballs. Until….. Cooking both calmed and upset me. Couldn't cook without remembering the past. Couldn't re

Alex's Pov “Hello Alex. It's been a while." The smile on Ryan's face was one of triumph. "Wh….how…what?" I blinked rapidly, still not able to make sense of what I was seeing. The dark blazer and shiny black shoes looked out of place but the twinkle in his eyes and calm demeanor told me I wasn't just seeing things. It was Ryan alright. “Questions. I know you have them and I'll answer in due time but….” “Damn right I have questions! What the hell is going on?!” I screeched, cutting him off. Ryan smiled and shook his head, "Isn't it obvious?” "No. Not really.” I scoffed. "What is this? Some elaborate prank?” "I do love a good prank every now and then but this isn't one. Trust me.” Ryan replied. My brain still felt muddled seeing him standing before me. He was Ryan but at the same time not. The voice was certainly different. Deeper and with a slight accent. British? He held himself with his shoulders a lot higher. Rigid. A man clearly in charge. As opposed to the constant

Alex's Pov Ryan had a flair for the dramatic, I'll give him that. He clapped twice and the door swung open. Ominous creaks filled the room as a trolley got wheeled in by Cade. It was rusty. Old. And on it sat a small television and a DVD player. “What is this?" I scoffed. “Be patient… You'll see." Ryan hushed excitedly. Too excited. It made my skin crawl. I watched as Cade slowly took out a blank disc from his inner jacket pocket and slotted it into the DVD player before turning the TV on. There was a crackle of static, a high pitched beep and then a bunch of blurry images filled the screen. "Uh, What am I supposed to be looking at?” I scoffed again. Cade shrugged sheepishly at Ryan before hitting the top of the TV twice. More static for a second and then the image became clearer. I was aware of Ryan watching me keenly as I struggled to make sense of the video. The images were grainy and the angle of the CCTV camera wasn't ideal. Also, the video was already over ten s

Luca’s Pov Elias kept calling and I kept ignoring. Eventually he gave up knowing there was no stopping me. It took three tries to get Garcia to pick up the phone. When he finally did, he sounded pissed as hell. “Que?! Who the fuck is this?!" In the background, I heard a woman's voice call out, “No delante de los niños, tontito!” “They didn't hear me, Cierra la boca!" Garcia yelled back. “I take it married life is treating you well." I scoffed. "Who is this?” Garcia grumbled. "It's Luca Moon. I need a quick fix.” " Ahh mi hermano! It's been so long. Where have you been hiding eh?” "I haven't. I've just been busy.” "Right right. Too busy to attend any of the invites I sent you?” In the background the woman yelled out again, "Who is on the phone Manny?” "None of your business, Serpientita. Leave me alone." Garcia yelled out in response. “Women eh? Take my advice, Luca. Never get married." “I wasn't planning to." I drawled, “Look I need a fix. Like right now." Garci

Luca’s pov Not a warehouse. The map was wrong. Except a junkyard was considered a warehouse of some sort. A Junkyard was one of the most convenient places to hold a hostage. Big, mostly quiet, lots of old rusty cars to hide stuff. Not to mention enough trunks to hide dead bodies. I pushed that last thought out of my mind. Alex was not dead yet. He couldn't be. I parked a few feet from the entrance. There was an old rusty gate hanging half open. I suspected it had never fully closed in years. The junkyard itself looked like no living soul had crossed its path in quite some time. The cars there were impossibly old and falling apart. All of this would make it the perfect spot for a kidnapping. But… Alex wasn't here. It didn't matter how convenient the junkyard was. Ryan Quinn did not strike me as a man that would use this sort of location. I knew that because it was not a location I would use and despite how badly I wanted to crush the fuckers skull beneath my boots, it was