All Chapters of Runaway Brat: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cinthye sips the vodka from her glass, eyeing ominously on the red markers in the shade of blood red marking the ownership of Volkov stronghold. Their warehouses, gambling dens and some legitimate business to act as a cover to their illicit affairs.Damien stood powerful, playing it cool yet the fury in his eyes betrays the composure he shows. That was enough to make Cinthye shudder. This was not her. This was something new. Maybe the adaptation their ties brought mixed with the lingering feeling of excitement for the unknown. "Raid the docks. Hit their main distribution hub. I want every shipments in my hands by dawn. Seize every man accountable. I can't afford casualties unless provoked. But show them no mercy if they resist." His chest vibrated in a low rumble, exercising authority with sharp precision. His ocean eyes cold, swept over the faces of his men. In silent demand of loyalty and efficiency. "This is a message. A message that the Voss syndicate does not tolerate disrespect

"We should get you home." Damien muttered, his breath tickling her ears. His hand caressing her hair, playing with the curls and that simple act of consolation was enough to admit that he is also genuinely concerned of her. A hiccup escaped from her lips, Cinthye had been crying nonstop. The guilt gnawed her system, but feeling the warmth of his body pressing on hers made her hold onto something...a hope. The hope that maybe she had something to fight for. "I don't think so. I have to investigate this...alone." Cinthye slowly looked up at him, expecting his disapproval. His long fingers wiping off her remaining tears away. The gaze of his ocean blue eyes piercing through the depths of her soul as if analyzing the risk her request would bring. "Are you sure?" His voice, subtly softer than he intended. Intertwining his hand with her and laying light kisses on the palm of her hand. His brows furrowed betraying his act. Cinthye smiled sweetly. "Yes, I'm just gonna visit the place I u

"So this is what you wanted, Damien?" Cinthye questioned, her voice dripping with desperation and a bitter taste of betrayal. The man that she was with everyday knew the truth. He could have tell her but he did not. He chose not to. "All for that stupid true heir that ended our whole family line you're willing to risk it all again? For what? For this generation to disappear like my mother did? Like your Mamà did? You did well orchestrating this act together. Bravo!" Her memories hit her hard like a ten wheeler truck. How could she forget such important information? Something flicked in his ocean blue eyes of what looked like regret. Cinthye shook her head, that could be one of his plans. His acts. She couldn't risk trusting him after what happened. "It was never a charade, little actress. It was destiny. Our families were bound since the beginning. Be it by blood and by conflict. I merely to a few steps ahead." His gaze intense, slicing through her soul. "You are not a pawn, Cinthye

"Let them in." Cinthye commanded, her hazel eyes giving a cold stare. The actress in her ignited by the circumstance, she had to know what Havana ang the old Volkov Don has to offer. The timing was too precise as they already seen this coming. Cinthye knew that they'll gonna exploit the secrets she had uncovered. His face hardened into a dangerous scowl, his stance transitioned ready to attack what was about to come inside. Cinthye chuckles a little and smack his side. "Keep your cool, Damien." She said between her amused smile. Damien rolled his eyes and took the glass of whiskey bringing it to his lips. "They're here to provoke. To draw us out. To expose our weaknesses." Cinthye elaborated the weigh of his words. Damien was right, she was no longer just an actress. She was a Cator, a Voss and a woman caught between generations of family feud. "I'll face them." Her hazel eyes blazing with a newfound resolve. "Are you mad? The Volkovs. They'll tear you apart." "They can try." C

"A shadow Matriarch?" Cinthye repeated, chills running down her spine. "Who could she be?" An image is an old woman with a black cloak who possessed immense power sprung inside her mind. Damien slid his hand onto hers. "She is the one who pulled the strings behind the scenes. My grandfather believed that she wa stje one who orchestrated the forbidden union. Who protected your mother and helped my mother hid you away from prying eyes of any clan that wanted your head." "It's surprising that she's still alive after generations of descendants was given birth to and passed away." Cinthye was shocked, the shadow Matriarch was responsible of everything. She was the one who protected this legacy that was now passed down to her. "My grandfather suggests that she is indeed lurking in the shadows untraceable. She could evade detection, operate in the darkness and who you face will soon." Cinthye felt a strange sense of fear and determination. She straightened hee body, looking at the old ma