All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VOIDThere were days I wished I had mystical powers. Not to heal. Not to protect. But to resurrect the dead.And not because I missed anyone, no. I wanted to drag certain motherfuckers back to life just so I could kill them myself and make sure they truly understood the monster they tried to escape.My thoughts were chaotic as I took in the sight before me. Three bodies, all laid horizontally beside me, their faces pale already.Eric and Miles were flanking me, having been the ones that brought the bodies over. I couldn't go to the house myself since the location was blown and the enemies could just be around, waiting for me to show up.The bodies before me were men from our failed mission. Men that didn't think twice before ending their lives just to fucking escape me.The plan I'd come up with five days ago was a success—or would've been a success if these assholes weren't dead in front of me.A relative of one of the deceased had been moved to a private apartment after the

He wore a black tuxedo that looked like it was tailored by the devil himself. One hand casually disappeared into his pant pocket, the other holding a champagne flute. He looked so different. Like a charming CEO who was known for his charms and ready to live up to that legacy. Like the kind of man people wrote magazine covers about and called "Most Eligible." He didn't look like the evil man that had murdered people without batting a lid, or hurt me like I was a breakable toy. How could he be so good at pretense? "Wow!" Beatrice breathed beside me. I didn't need to look at her to know she was drooling over the monster in a suit. I'll admit it—no one had any business looking that good in a tux. Not even my boss whose closet probably had its own air conditioning.  With the silver stud hanging over his left brow and the thin scar s

"Let me go!" I clawed at his big hands, but it was useless. To think that some minutes ago, the bastard kissed me like I was important. A tear slid from my lid, ruining my makeup. God, the asshole."You don't learn, do you?" He leaned in close enough that his breath danced across my cheek. "You haven't fucking learned that you're mine?"I'll never be yours—I wished I could tell him, but I might as well be sealing my death. When he released me, I shuddered with relief. I wrapped my arms around myself, holding in the sob that threatened to crack me open. I couldn't ruin my makeup any further. The monster stood there, watching me. Watching the pain he caused me. Like an artist admiring his handiwork."You killed him, didn't you?" My voice was low. "The cop. Did you kill him?""Finally, you learn something."My stomach dropped. God, he really did!"How could—""I won't entertain third parties in my relationship, Rali. Tell your friends and the rest of those badge-wearing fuckers to b

A lump formed in my throat, my face reddening from embarrassment. "N—Not at all, sir. He's merely an acquaintance." That suddenly sounded stupid considering I'd almost come from masturbating and dreaming of him. How fucked up. His brows furrowed as if in contemplation. "I checked and discovered he was representing Mr. Harrison. They really ought to vet people better before giving out invites." There was a brief pause. "Thank God you aren't dating him. You should steer clear, Ze."I looked down at my laps. Oh, if only he knew how clear I wanted to steer. "What are your plans for the weekend?" He asked a while later. I fumbled for words in my head. "Um... Don't really have any yet.""Why don't we have that lunch I talked about? Or better yet, we could make it dinner."Shit. I should've known this was where he was headed. "I uh..."He raised a brow, waiting. "That sounds lovely, sir. But I don't really think I can make it."The asshole would kill him. Memories of what happened to A

VOID The meeting was set. I'd chosen the location myself and ensured the area was secure enough. I had men on the lookout, monitoring the movement of the lady. She arrived thirty minutes ago and had been sitting—impatiently—in the center of the room where a metal table was arranged, accompanied by two mismatched chairs.It was an abandoned bar tucked in the armpit of the city. Peeling wallpapers scattered across the wall. Every surface of the room was blanketed with dust. Regina—that was what she called herself—appeared nervous, looking around the whole time, probably anticipating the moment someone would walk in to meet her. Well, she had a reason to be nervous. Five minutes later, Katya walked in, wearing her signature combat Pants, black shirt and ankle boots. The moment she crossed the threshold, an alarm beeped. Regina jumped like she'd been shot, but Katya didn't so much as blink.Katya's gun which was the reason for the alarm, peeked from the waistband at her bac