All Chapters of Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stared at the gun in my hand.The only thing I had left to decide was which path I would take.The one where I killed him, ending this madness once and for all, or the one where I embraced it—where I became like him.Either way, there was no going back.17VIKTORI could feel her hesitation before she even spoke.Sabrina always wore her emotions on her sleeve, even when she tried to hide them behind a mask of defiance.I could see it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her hands trembled as they gripped the gun.I’d broken her, twisted her, and yet she still clung to some shred of herself that tried to fight back.But I knew her better than she knew herself.She wasn’t going to pull the trigger.Not yet.She was torn, caught in a web I had spun around her.She wanted to hate me, wanted to hate what I’d turned her into.But she couldn’t.Because underneath all of it, there was something else—something I had nurtured in her, fed with every dark word, every touch that had crossed

But it was too late for that.She had already crossed the line.And I had no intention of letting her go back.I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me.Her pupils were blown wide, her breaths shallow and uneven.She looked like prey caught in a trap, but there was something else there too.Something darker.Something I had been waiting to see.“You made the right choice,” I told her, and I meant it. “But there’s one last thing we need to take care of.”Her brow furrowed.“What do you mean?”“Your handler,” I said, letting the words hang heavy between us. “The one who sent you here. They think they control you. They think they own you. But they don’t. Not anymore.”Her lips parted, but no sound came out.She knew what I was going to do.And she didn’t stop me.22SABRINAHe took me with him.I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t want to stay either.My feet moved on their own, following him out of the penthouse, into the sleek black car waiting below.The driver didn’t ask

Fear was a tool, and I would teach her how to wield it.She didn’t realize it yet, but she was already far stronger than she had ever been before.Stronger than the woman who had come to kill me.Stronger than the woman who had begged for mercy.She would see it in time.I would make sure of it.27SABRINAI dreamed of blood that night.It soaked through my clothes, my skin, my soul, staining everything it touched.I dreamed of Viktor’s hands on me, his voice in my ear, his shadow swallowing me whole.I woke up gasping, my heart pounding, my body drenched in sweat.He was there, of course.He always was.Sitting in the chair by the window, watching me with that same inscrutable expression he always wore.Like a predator waiting for his prey to stop struggling.“Bad dreams?” he asked, his tone almost mocking.I didn’t answer.What was the point?He already knew.“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed, because that’s what I did now.He pulled me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me lik

“There it is,” I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. “The fire in you. The part of you that refuses to die, no matter how much it hurts.”She glared at me, tears pooling in her eyes but refusing to fall.“You’re insane.”“Am I?” I stepped closer, tilting her chin up with the edge of the lighter, now extinguished but still warm. “Or am I the only one who sees you for what you really are? A creature of fire and darkness, just like me.”Her silence was deafening, her trembling a melody only I could hear.I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.“Hell isn’t something you fear, Sabrina,” I whispered. “It’s something you become.”Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she leaned into me, as if seeking comfort in the very thing that had shattered her.I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.“Do you understand now?” I asked, my tone gentler, almost soothing. “There’s no escaping this. No escaping me. We’re bound, you and I. Fire and shadow. Heaven and hell.”

1VIKTORI lay back, Sabrina nestled beside me, her soft breaths a steady rhythm against the harsh thrum of my thoughts.She was warm, comforting, her scent something that grounded me, but my mind was a different place entirely.It always was.I couldn’t stop the ghosts that haunted me—those women who had tried to kill me, who had thought they could outsmart me, end me.I’d already eliminated them.All of them.The first one, Mia, she came to mind easily.So sweet, so convincing.I could almost taste the poison again, feel it crawling down my throat.She’d been clever, too clever for her own good, and I’d let her think she had me fooled.The flashback hit, sharp and clear.I remembered the way her hand had trembled when she handed me that glass of wine.She was trying to play it cool, but I could see it in her eyes.She was waiting for me to drink it, waiting for the moment when I’d collapse.But I didn’t.I never did.I had felt the shift the moment I picked it up.The taste had been