All Chapters of His Dangerous Love On Ice: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Chapter 251: Olive's POV"What a surprise, isn't it. To have your ex-boyfriend here."Simon said, chuckling as he stared at me, watching the shock pass through my face.I stared at Cole. Then back at Paloma."What are you doing here. What is he doing here. Why is she here."I asked all at once, my voice climbing with every word."Olive. Baby, are you okay—"Cole started, almost rushing toward my side, but one of the men held him back and kicked him hard against the back of his legs, causing a hiss to escape his lips as he dropped."Leave me, you bastard." He screamed at the man even though he looked completely defenseless. "How dare you touch her.""Ooh, such a pathetic sight." Simon's voice was mocking. "My men caught him following our car. He tried to be a hero. Tried to break in. But he's too foolish to even make a single competent move. He's quite a loser.""Fuck you." Cole screamed, hands shaking against his restraints. "Fuck you. I promise I will kill you. I will end you."Simon

Chapter 253: Author's POVAlonso waved his head slowly. He wouldn't allow himself to be intimidated by someone like this, but something told him this wasn't just someone; he knew him, he looked so familiar, but he couldn't figure out where."Did you just know what you have done, you just interfered in a long decade of plans, and you just placed your life and everyone's life you loved so dearly in danger."Alonso said, hoping his words would somehow cause a feeling of fear or worry or anything to cross on the decoy's face, but the decoy gave him nothing.He just stood there, breathing with a pair of eyes that didn't blink, watching Alonso's hands like he expected them to do something stupid.Alonso's hand instantly moved toward his jacket. Maybe he would be fast enough to grab a weapon, but he didn't get close. The man crossed the space between them in under a second, drove a forearm into his chest, and a knee found the inside of his leg before the knife had even cleared his pocket. It

Chapter 255: Zane's POVThe warehouse was a retarded place just as Alonso had mentioned. I'd spent weeks trying to figure out what could easily break him, until I saw the perfect truth to give him.One which was enough to let him know that he was being used by the lunatic.He'd crossed the line when he had her kidnapped in the first place, and he'd crossed another one when he let himself get used in this operation.My phone rang. It was Nikolai. I picked it up in one slide."Zane. I don't think you should be walking in there alone.""I'm not alone.""I know you're not. But I know you well enough to know you'll make a mistake out of your own anger before someone else's bullet touches you."Nikolai was partially right.I was going to walk in there and forget everything about laws and dignity, and blow their heads off until I saw their brains littered on the ground. That was exactly what I was going to do."JT just sent me the coordinates of Simon's men, the ones he sent to attack her fa

Chapter 257: Olive’s POVIt was him.For a second I couldn’t make my body do anything with that information.I couldn’t stand, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even finish the breath I’d started, because the man standing in that doorway didn’t look like Zane. Not the Zane I knew. Not the one who showed up in my apartment in gray pant and white shirt, or sat across from me at dinner asking about my day like the rest of the world wasn’t on fire around us.This was someone else wearing his face and it was wildly uncanny to think I considered him hot and tempting in this situation, but I couldn’t help it.Blood down one side of his jaw, dried dark, not his color at all.His shirt torn at the shoulder where something dark and wet had soaked through the fabric and kept soaking, slow, steady, like he hadn’t had a second to deal with it yet and didn’t plan on finding one anytime soon. A gun in one hand. A knife in the other, blade still wet.He was breathing hard. Each breath audible across the who

Chapter 259: Olive’s POVThe corridor outside the room was darker than I expected, lit only by the emergency strips along the floor, and somewhere ahead of us, the sound of gunshot cracked twice, then again, faster this time and suddenly stopped.“Stay behind me,” Zane said again, like the first six times hadn’t landed.“I heard you.”“I mean it, Muffin.” Heat sparked between my thighs, ‘god I was so fucked up’“I know you mean it. I’m still walking next to you, not behind you.”He didn’t have the energy left to fight me on it properly. I could see that in the way his shoulders dropped half an inch, in the way his jaw worked instead of arguing, and we kept moving together through a corridor that smelled like gun smoke and concrete dust, toward wherever Simon had run to hide.A figure stepped out from a side passage ahead of us.Zane’s gun came up before I’d even registered the movement.“Don’t,” the figure said, both hands already raised, palms out. “I’m not here to fight.”The figure