Todos los capítulos de Shadows of the Vow: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lorenzo's POV  The red alert went off at exactly 3:27 a.m. Five armed guards rushed toward the northern gates of the compound. The dogs barked viciously. Guns cocked. Commands shouted. Someone had tripped the border lasers. I stood barefoot on the upper balcony of my chambers, robe open, watching the chaos unfold like a king awakened from a prophetic dream. “Who the hell breaks into my compound at 3 a.m.?” Moments later, Catto, my chief of internal defense, burst into the room. “Sir, it’s Cristo.” I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just stared. “He’s bleeding. Bruised. Ribs possibly fractured. He’s been tortured,” Catto said. “Begging for you.” My fingers twitched. I h

Antonioni's POV   They say a man shouldn’t get his hands dirty. I say don’t trust a man with clean fingers in a war this filthy. I pulled the trigger myself last night. Shot Nina in the skull. Not out of rage. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She just looked at me, tired. Broken. Useless. I warned her…"Give me Lorenzo or give me blood." She gave me neither. And so I gave her mine. One bullet. Clean. She dropped like a silent hymn, and as her hand fell lifelessly open, a note slipped out: “Please, someone, take care of Nora, my little girl.” I stood there. Staring. A minute. Maybe two. That kind of pain… it doesn’t buy forgiveness. But it bought her child a chance. That’s all I’ll say.  Later that night, I sat outside w

Annabelle’s POV   I had been drawing and painting all day. I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep.I had been painting like a woman possessed. I was too hurt to go to the kitchen, too angry to even care how they were all struggling without me.  Let them struggle.  Antonioni made it clear that he didn’t want me cooking anymore. Said I smelled of spices every time he touched me. But that wasn’t what broke me. It was what he said in the lounge that morning. That cruel, careless sentence:“Empires aren’t built between thighs, Annabelle.” God. I couldn’t breathe after that. I couldn’t even cry. So I did what I knew best. I painted. A girl with a bleeding heart and a dagger. Alone. Stro

Lorenzo’s POV  The map was spread out on the table like a cadaver. Felix stood over it, himself folded.  Scales was chewing a toothpick like it owed him something.  Ricco leaned against the,wall, toss,ng his knife in lazy arcs, catching it each time like it was nothing. He was no longer limping now. He's healed. Derek was there too, arms folded like Felix’s. I looked at them…my wolves. My vipers. “They joke hard,” I said, “They didn't execute Adolf. More Adolfs will rise for us within his shadows.” Scales exhaled fast. “I can personally make that happen… Antonioni thinks he got most of his shadows by him. They always break in front of a man with new checks for financial upgrades.” “Now, that's crazy.”

Lorenzo’s POVThe boardroom reeked of smoke and stale fury.Sixteen men were lost in Istanbul.Nina… Gone.He has killed Adolf too. That ripped me open, from my heart down to my stomach. And it's not because I feel sorry for Adolf, but because I don't have anyone there anymore who could feed me Intel.His two internal guards who helped us were all killed as well. In fact, with their death now, I was going to stop all the benefits I was giving to their families. Why not? What value are they bringing me now? I don't run a charity organization. I only help when I'm getting something of equal value in return.The recovery mission to the Park? A disaster. We didn’t just lose more blood, we lost face. Vipers never lose face.Until Antonioni.“Idiota figlio di puttana,” I muttered under my breath, pouring myself a drink. The glass nearly cracked under the pressure of my grip.Like marionettes dangling over a pit of fire.Every wire cut was a deliberate insult. He’d played us. All of us, with