Bound to the Capo のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

MAKENA “She’s right,” Don interjected, and I looked at Val, already recognizing that familiar look in his eyes… the one he always had when he was about to say no. So I replied before he could, saying we would go. He looked at me, fully aware of what I had just done. I didn’t want to put Leonora and the others in danger either, but she was right. We needed a place to rest and regroup. And he was talking crazy right now. How the hell would he go after Ren and Akira? With no other choice, Val agreed. We then headed to the boat and thanked Don for everything. His lack of anger was what surprised me the most. He didn’t blame us for what happened… for the deaths of his friends, and I couldn’t stop myself from asking him why. He said Andreas was their leader, like an older brother to all of them, and if he had given his life for us, who were they to question that? I shed a few quiet tears at that. Andreas was truly one of a kind. We would never see anyone like him again. We drove back t

THIRD-PARTY POV Akira's man, who had been speaking, noticed Asher's slight shift and muttered, "He's awake." His eyes narrowed, and he moved toward Asher, grabbing the dart gun from a nearby table. His hand flexed around the trigger as he raised it. But Asher's hoarse voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "I'm working with Akira," Asher said, forcing strength into his voice, and the man froze mid-step. “Bullshit!” he snapped. "It's true," Asher insisted, and told him where Akira was. The man's eyes flickered uncertainly, but he kept the dart gun pointed. "Shut up." Asher's gaze shifted to the older woman and a younger woman standing next to her, most likely her daughter. They both seemed taken aback. “What if he’s telling the truth?” the older woman asked softly. "He isn't," the man snapped. "Akira would never work with him. Never." Asher set his jaw. "Pedro Martinez of the North is responsible for the deaths of Akira's parents." That had to be proof enough, he reasone

AKIRA Cursing under my breath, I paced the room, checking the clock for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. My contact called two hours ago; he was one of the men I had put on Makena's trail before everything went wrong with my family. I wasn't expecting much when he said he had finally found her after being silent for so long. I expected him to tell me that he had located her in Worcester or something. And if that had been the case, it would’ve been too late since we'd already found and lost her there. However, that was not what he said. He found her in Rosavelle, and my pulse quickened the moment I heard that. I wanted to leave immediately to get to her before she vanished again. However, there was one major complication: Asher and I were both wanted there. We couldn’t just walk in like ghosts and expect no one to notice. So I needed to talk to him and figure out how the hell we were going to do this without getting caught or worse. He’d said he was twenty minutes

THIRD-PARTY POV "Van?" one of the Lycan elders who had come for the ceremony called out softly, watching Van as he continued to mutter no, his eyes glazed over as he clung to Val. Val's eyes were vacant, and his body trembled as if experiencing a seizure. The guards moved to help them up, but the elder raised a hand to stop them. “I don’t know what’s happening,” he said, “but we mustn’t disturb them.” He could feel Val and Van's auras tangled, pulsing, and encircling them in a thick, unseen energy that kept the air still. Van stirred a moment later. He blinked rapidly as if waking from a trance, though his eyes remained a crimson… his Lycan eyes. His body gave out, and he collapsed to the floor with a dull thud, still holding Val. “Van? Are you alright?” the elder asked, still kneeling in front of him, a deep frown etched across his face. Van looked utterly disoriented, like someone who had clawed their way out of a nightmare. He slowly raised his head, and his face twiste

VAL I shot up, disoriented for a moment, and looked to my left, feeling a hand on mine, to see my father staring at me with an expression I could not describe. He stood and embraced me, and I hugged him back as the haze cleared from my mind. I could not believe I was home and remembered who I was. I was in my father's arms, unable to believe Elysia had done such a thing. She killed me. My father pulled back, cupping my face, tears glistening in his eyes, as did mine. "My son." He drew me into another hug. I tightened my arms around him as he shook with sobs, letting everything out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know better. I’m sorry I didn’t come for you,” he said. But how could he? He thought I was dead. "You have no reason to be sorry. "You didn't know," I tried to explain, my voice breaking at his anguish. “I should have. I should have examined that body more closely. I should have made sure. "I should have felt it," he said, and I knew it was the pain speaking. M