My heart surrendered to the Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"My freedom? What are you talking about?" My stomach twisted, clenching painfully inside me. The discomfort made me bend over, clutching my belly in a desperate attempt to contain the overwhelming pain slowly consuming me. Nausea persisted, my throat burned, while tears streamed down my face. "Obey me, do what I’m telling you, and I’ll cut your debt in half." "And if I refuse?" Cassian looked down at me, cold and cruel. "If you refuse, you’ll have to watch these men be killed slowly before your very eyes, and I’ll also double the amount of your debt." It was impossible to hide my shock at those words. Cassian was clearly coercing me into participating in that macabre spectacle in exchange for the one thing I desired most: my freedom. "I’m not like you," I said through clenched teeth, my jaw aching from the force with which I held it tight. "No, you’re not." Cassian grabbed my neck, his fingers applying slight pressure, though without hurting me. "But are you really such an alt

My hands were sweating, but there was no turning back. With clenched teeth, I took a deep breath, watching Cassian’s smile grow along with my anger. "I choose… the hands. Take his hands." Cassian didn’t react; he didn’t even move. Slowly, his smile faded, and he pulled the barrel of the gun away from my chin. He no longer looked as satisfied as before—in fact, he seemed disappointed. "Do as she said. Take him away." Two very strong men appeared and dragged the man out while he shouted curses and insults. I averted my gaze as the man was dragged into the darkness, but it was nothing like I had imagined.A wet sound, followed by a sharp crack, echoed as the knife crushed through flesh and bone without resistance. The sound was like a tree trunk being split apart, but drenched and revolting. Immediately came the screams of pain, the metallic smell of blood filling the air, while murmurs grew around us.Had I done the right thing? Doubt crept in, along with the weight of having place

I held his face between my hands, which seemed to surprise him. His eyes closed slightly, as if, at that moment, only the two of us existed under the faint light hanging from the chandelier above us."Wasn’t this what you wanted?" I asked. Cassian slowly opened his eyes, his hand covering mine. He let out a long sigh before pushing it away."Yes, this is exactly what I wanted," he replied with a cold, cutting voice. He gave a faint smile, pushing me aside and turning toward the last man sitting alone in the center of the hall.His eyes were fierce, cruel, and cold. It was clear that whatever his crime had been, he felt no remorse and feared nothing of the fate awaiting him. He wasn’t a strong-looking man, his appearance rather ordinary, nothing remarkable—but his eyes made it clear what he was capable of."At last, we’ve come to the grand finale," Cassian said, passing by me and heading toward the man, who didn’t seem at all affected by standing before the Boss of London. "This is one

I didn’t know what to answer, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with someone as filthy as the Pied Piper of Hamelin. My hesitation seemed to make everyone in the room even more agitated, and that only left me more nervous and confused about the decision I had to make."He doesn’t deserve to live." a voice rose from the darkness. "Death is too merciful for someone like him." another chimed in.With a gentle touch on my face, Cassian made me look at him. My hand was still on his, the warmth of his skin seemed to bring a bit of peace to the storm that continued to torment my heart. His spicy scent made my heart flutter lightly, and for a moment, it felt as if all this were nothing more than a horrible nightmare.

Calmer now, Amy helped me climb the flights of stairs leading to her small apartment. It wasn’t big, but Amy cared for everything with such tenderness, and every detail reflected her sweet and dreamy personality. From the little soft green plants to the pastel-colored cushions and throws draped across the sofa and armchairs.I didn’t have the courage to enter. I stopped in front of the door, hesitant, afraid that my presence in that place might taint it. I felt dirty, unworthy of invading Amy’s space. As if reading my mind, Amy hugged me tightly by the waist and guided me inside her home.I swallowed the new wave of tears rising in my throat and let her lead me in.During the next hour, Amy didn’t ask a single question. She served me tea with milk and a slice of strawberry chocolate cake, her