บททั้งหมดของ Thorns of Lust: A Dark Mafia Romance: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Drip. Drip. Drip.Screeching tires. Distorted voices. Throbbing headache.“Kill him.” A firm order. A deep voice void of emotionsI blinked. What? Who?My brain was enveloped in a fog. My ears still rang. My pulse raced. My lungs squeezed, and I desperately tried to inhale a lungful of air. I blinked to get rid of the dots swimming in my vision.I turned to the driver’s side. Empty. As if I couldn’t trust my vision in the eerie yellow glow from the headlights, dark, my hand reached out. Nothing. Just air. Adrian wasn’t there. The silence lingered in the surrounding wooded and swampy area, even the crickets ceased their noise. As if they held their breaths in anticipation of what was to come.The sizzling sound of liquid against the hot metal sounded from somewhere - too close or too far, I couldn’t distinguish. The pungent scent of gasoline and oil seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. A warm liquid trickled down my temple. Slowly, I brought my fingers to it. Blood. My hair was wet an

KONSTANTIN You have to prepare for the worst.I couldn’t process those words. I refused to accept them. I had lost my shit on the doctors more than once over the last twenty-four hours. I had paid them all off, but it was only a matter of time before her brothers learned of this accident.Doctors here understood the risks if they slipped my name to them. I wouldn’t hesitate to use their families to make them pay. And my wrath wasn’t a nice thing to bear. But that wouldn’t be necessary because they knew to keep this secret for me.Now, they just had to save Tatiana and all would be well with the world.Her forehead needed stitches, as well as her shoulder and forearm, but fortunately she didn’t have any internal injuries. She endured a head injury that might have caused some brain damage. But she has been in and out of consciousness, and until she was fully conscious, the extent of the damage couldn’t be determined.The accident happened yesterday.Twenty-four hours of anguish. A wh

My sunglasses hid most of my face. My black dress fluttered with the breeze.Red roses covered the black shiny casket. An empty casket. There was nothing left of Adrian to bury. Another bouquet of red roses was thrown on the casket. The color was stark against the shiny black, reminding me of blood.Blood spilled. Blood wasted.I stared at the date carved into the fancy niche plaque.The date of his death. It’d soon be turned into just another crypt. It’d be a cold stone, just like his memories.The sky darkened and the large clouds moved, hovering above me. The first raindrop was only an opening. Another followed, then another, until it became a constant pitter-patter. People slowly dispersed, running for cover. Absent-mindedly, I noticed Vasili opening an umbrella to shelter his wife and children.Sasha opened his umbrella and took two steps towards me, sheltering me from the rain. The pitter-patter became louder. Puddles began forming fast around me, and I watched the water surroun