Todos os capítulos de HIS TO RUIN: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

DAMIEN.Joe’s eyes were sharp, calculating. He leaned slightly forward, voice low but firm. “So… what’s the plan now, Damien? After Marcus found out we were here?”I didn’t flinch. My hand rested lightly on the pistol in its holster, but my mind was already racing, calculating every angle. “I’m going to him. I’m coming for Marcus,” I said, my voice steady, but inside, rage coiled like a living thing.Joe’s jaw tightened. “You realize what that means, right? He’s insane. He won’t wait to… to retaliate.”Before I could respond, the room seemed to shift. A report from our surveillance hit the feed, and in an instant, my stomach clenched. Marcus—he wasn’t waiting. He pulled a gun and fired.Double J went down like a puppet with its strings cut, blood spilling across the floor. His wife, eyes wide in terror, screamed and crumpled to the ground, unconscious before anyone could reach her.I froze, watching the scene unfold through the live feed. The blood, the shock, the cold efficiency—Marc

DAMIEN.I pulled the trigger.The gun roared in my hands, the recoil snapping my arm back, but I barely noticed. My eyes were locked on her. Selene stiffened. Her body jerked, and then I saw it—blood slipping down her throat.Marcus screamed as the bullet grazed his shoulder, staggering him back. I hardly registered his howl. My world had narrowed, and all I could see was her. “Selene!” I screamed, lunging forward. My chest burned, my hands shook, but I didn’t care. She was bleeding, and my lungs felt too tight to breathe until I reached her.And then he surged.Marcus had bought just enough time. He lunged at me with the knife raised. I fired again, cursed, muttered, but my shot was blocked—he swiped the gun out of my hands with a brutal smack.“Shit! Goddamn it!” I cursed, lunging forward, fists swinging, every muscle tensing. “Get the fuck off her!”He laughed, a wet, manic sound, and slashed at me. Pain exploded along my side—metal caught me, ripped my shoulder. I grunted, twisti

SELENE.Damien didn't move. I watched his spine stiffen, his grip tightening around the gun. Time stretched in a way that seemed wrong, like something pulled too tight and about to tear. He stood over Marcus with the gun raised, his chest lifting and falling hard, uneven. His arm was locked straight, but his hand was not. I saw it then. The smallest shake in his fingers. A tremor he could not hide, maybe tried to hide but failed miserably. I watched him pause.It terrified me more than the gunshot had.“Stay out of it,” Damien said without looking at me.His voice was rough, scraped raw, like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep inside him. It was anger. Raw and barely contained.I swallowed and tried to speak, but my throat burned. Blood and panic and tears tangled together until it felt like I was choking on myself.I could not stay where I was.I pushed my palms into the floor and forced my body to listen. Pain flared bright and dizzying up my neck, down my spine, but I gr

SELENE.“Damn it…”The word slipped out of me, low and hoarse, before I realized I had spoken at all.My phone rested in my palm, heavy as if it had weight beyond glass and metal. The screen glowed softly, that single message still there, patient and watching.You don’t think it’s over, do you?“I don’t even know who you are,” I murmured to the empty room.I stared at it anyway. Longer than I should have. Long enough for confusion to settle in, slow and uneasy. My mind ran through faces, voices, shadows. Marcus. His allies. Ghosts with long memories. None of them fit cleanly. That almost bothered me more.I bit my lip, hard.“Whoever you are,” I whispered, “I’m ready.”The words didn’t feel brave. They felt decided.I flipped the phone over and set it down like it had burned me. I didn’t want it near my thoughts anymore. My shoulder sagged as the adrenaline finally loosened its grip, exhaustion sinking deep into the joint. I rolled it carefully, wincing.Then the pain in my neck flare

DAMIEN.The day ended without ever really ending.I walked home with my coat open and my thoughts closed tight, the city pressing in without touching me. Every step felt like a decision I hadn’t finished making. By the time I reached my apartment, my shoulders ached from holding myself together.I shut the door behind me and leaned my forehead against it for a moment. Just breathed.The couch caught me when I sat. The cushions dipped, familiar, forgiving. I let my head fall back and a sigh slipped out of me before I could stop it. It felt like something loosening. Not peace. Just less tension.The room was quiet in a way that made me notice my own breathing. I stared at the ceiling, counting nothing, thinking of everything.My phone rang.I frowned at the sound, annoyed at how loud it felt, then checked the screen.Joe.I answered. “What?”“Wow,” he said. “And good evening to you too.”“I’m home,” I said. “Which means I’m not dead. You can relax.”He laughed. I could hear noise behind