บททั้งหมดของ The Debt Collectors Bride: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

POV: DamienThe mission started without any grand speeches or dramatic warnings.We didn't need them. We moved through the night like shadows. This was the kind of movement that only happens when every person on the team knows exactly what’s at stake and has accepted the possibility that they might not come home.The darkness felt like a second skin.I moved through Black Tide territory with the confidence of a man who had memorized the enemy's blueprint. Silas was a man who loved to use fear as a building material. He rotated his guards too often, overlapped his cameras to create a sense of constant surveillance, and designed every hallway to make you feel like someone was breathing down your neck. He built an empire on making people feel small.But I knew his secrets. I knew exactly where the cracks were.Marrow’s voice crackled through my earpiece. He was using a "dead channel" that hadn't been touched in years, making it nearly impossible for Silas to overhear. His voice was flat

Pov: Third person Silas wasn't hiding. He stood right at the edge of the loading yard. He looked like a man waiting for a bus, his coat unbuttoned against the biting wind, his hands bare and steady. Around him, the "Black Tide" moved like shadows. They moved with the terrifying quiet of people who knew exactly what would happen if they failed.Sera felt him before she saw him.The air in the yard seemed to grow thin. Two men held her arms. They weren’t hurting her, but their grip was like iron, a reminder that her life was currently a loan they could recall at any second. She kept her head up, her spine straight, even as her knees threatened to shake.Then, Silas stepped into the light of a flickering streetlamp. He was younger than the stories suggested. He didn't look like a monster; his eyes... they didn't look at Sera like she was a person. They looked at her like with interest and curiosity.“So,” he said. His voice was calm, almost conversational. “You’re the variable.”Sera

Sera’s pov:I didn’t realize how hard my hands were shaking until Damien touched me.He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me against his chest so hard that I gasped. One second my feet were on the cold ground; the next, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I pressed my face against the solid, warm wall of his chest.“Hold on,” he said.That was it. Just two words. He didn't say my name or tell me everything was going to be okay. His voice sounded rough, like it had been scraped raw.Behind us, guns were still firing. Something exploded to our left, and the sound of tearing metal screamed through the air. Damien didn't even look back. He turned his body so that he was my shield. He tucked my head into his shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.That was when I felt it.The front of his shirt was soaked. I smelled something metallic and sweet… the smell of blood. It was everywhere. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it hurt.“Damien,”

POV: SERAThe house felt too big and too quiet. The air was thick with the smell of rain and the leftover scent of gunpowder. I couldn't sit still. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flash of the floodlights and felt the way Damien’s arms had wrapped around me like a shield.I found myself standing in front of his door. I knocked once and pushed it open.The room was dark, lit only by the moon through the window. Damien was sitting on the edge of his bed. He was shirtless, his back to me. Even in the shadows, I could see the white bandage wrapped around his ribs. It was a stark contrast to the dark ink of his tattoos and the hard muscle of his shoulders.He didn't turn around, but I knew he heard me. "Sera. You should be resting.""I couldn't," I said. My voice was small, but steady.I walked toward him. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. When I reached him, I didn't stop. I stepped between his knees.He looked up at me then. His eyes were dark, not the col

POV: SERAThe morning light was soft, but it felt too bright when I finally opened my eyes. For a few seconds, I just lay there, feeling the weight of the blankets and the quiet hum of the house. My heart gave a little squeeze as I remembered the night before, the way Damien’s skin felt against mine, the hunger in his kisses, and the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.I got out of bed and walked to the mirror to start my morning routine. I splashed some cool water on my face, trying to wake up, but then I stopped.There, on the side of my neck, was a small, dark mark. A hickey.I reached up and touched it with my fingertips. A flush crawled up my cheeks, and my breath hitched. Just looking at it brought everything back. I remembered the rough heat of his hands on my waist. I remembered the way he growled my name. I wanted him. Right now, even more than I had last night, I wanted to go to his room, crawl back into his arms, and stay there unti