The Hellhound’s Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “No one asked for your help,”His eyes burn there, his hand moving up, “You fucking bitch—”I close my eyes, waiting for the inevitable hit but the second I do, I feel arms wrap around my body, my hand moving and hitting something. It’s the squelching sound I hear next that has me opening my eyes. Shock flashes through my body as I realize he’s now standing frozen, his body slanting closer to my body like he’s leaning towards me, his eyes wide in pain— and now, there’s a hand wrapped around mine, shoving my knife into his chest. I don’t move, I’m not even sure I can until I hear him whisper softly behind me, “Just between the 4th and 5th rib on the left side. Do you feel that? The way the knife slides in clean? That’s the lung,”He shoves it deeper, blood now spilling into both our hands. It’s warm, and wet… but his lips are brushing my ear as he continues, “When you puncture it, air can’t pass through so when he tries to scream, the

The first time I met Eve Bianchi, I tried my hardest not to look at her. I knew who I was. A man with a debt I cannot repay now or anytime in the future. I’m a man with a ransom over my head. A man who has rules he needs to abide by before he is finally taken off the board before he can even react. I knew I couldn’t dream. Or I couldn’t want. Eve was far out of my league— with her angelic face and her pale skin and the way she walked around like she belonged in heaven and not this piece of hell that I was constantly reminded that I could never escape from. But it was fine, because I had Lucille next to me. And we would always have each other. I met him when he passed his first assessment in the Hellfire Group when he was seventeen. A room filled with other men twice his size and his age. He had ripped them apart with his hands and teeth, chewed on most of them like a wild dog. That was where the mad dog title came from. I was given to him. To handle him. That was the term then.

This room of mine smells like paint, which is mostly because of the people painting, I suppose. I expect it to calm me down, but it does not. I stare at the papers in front of me, ledgers.My eyes rummage through every dollar, every pound. There is no unnecessary gap that has not been accounted for yet. Everything is perfect, placed in the direction that I want it. Except my daughter’s disappearance. My blood thrums, angry that I have not shed as much blood as I need to. I know what I could do, the power that I possess. I can send in a group of assassins, flush out every person that was complicit in listening to that… girl, but I know I cannot make a move until I meet him personally. Zayn Hellfire. I had met him once, the first time we had a meeting— every head of the Mafia Families. He had not been invited at first and had instead come with a representative of the United States. He was no one significant, but I could sense his presence. Sense the way he stared around us with an

The organ in my chest starts to misbehave, and I’m not sure if I should be grateful it is not the one between my legs this time or angry at myself. “You, on the other hand,” His voice drops a monotone, his eyes looking above me to Jade. He looks soulless, almost empty as he drawls, “are a pet for my wife. She will find good use for you,”“I don’t want a pet.”“Fine. I will kill—”“No.” That makes him smirk. “You say no a lot. And if you do not want to keep her, you should just let me know“I’m not keeping her,” I correct quickly, “I’m making sure you don’t kill her,”“Too many words for exactly what I just said,” He’s shrugging now as he stands erect, then without warning, stretches his hand out above my head, “But I’ve come to understand your mouth and body never truly mean what they say. So let’s see—”I don’t know when my hand reaches out to grab him. All I know is I’m holding his arm— feeling the muscles underneath his skin. He’s worked out more. Which means he has killed more.

Adam looks like he’s been living on the road for weeks. His hair sticks all over his head, his clothes are rough and filthy. He's wolfing down the food in front of him too like a wild animal. Jade looks slightly disgusted, which is a pleasant emotion to see compared to the way that she’s been quiet since he brought her home. She had barely said anything when I took her to other clothing stores and bought things for her. She seemed excited trying some clothes on but not around me. I don’t try to push her. “Slowly,” I say, though I don’t think he hears me. He picks up a piece of chicken and tears into it. The groan that leaves his lips makes bile rise up my throat though I manage to push it down before he looks at me, his eyes slanting as he chuckles, “You have no idea what the fuck you’ve done, have you?”“I did my father a favour,” I start, folding my arms, “He had no plans on teaching me about taking after the mafia, so I took myself out of it.”“That’s not how it works and you