Alle Kapitel von The Kingpin's Witch Bride : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

QuinnIt's been more than fifteen hours since my brief encounter with the grim reaper, and I was still shaken up and trembling with anger. Each time I thought back to being close to him and staring deep into the brown depths of his eyes, electric tingles raced through my veins. Each time I remembered the way my name rolled off his tongue, smooth as butter, and how it made me ache between my legs. I wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with me, or why I was easily affected by these strange men who had turned my life upside-down. I just knew I felt all types of crazy when they were close to me, or touching me, stealing my senses and replacing it with mush.This was a game of survival, as Adrien had insinuated. Did I really have what it takes to play this game? To act as Luciano's wife? To act as the grim reaper’s little spy? Weapon of revenge?Why could he not just give me my life back? Or better still, let me die in peace?Even if I lived this life, would it be as easy as he made it so

QuinnMy first impulse was to turn and flee, because there was no way I was going in there if this man was really Lilith’s stepbrother. Undoubtedly, he was. Those violet eyes were too beautiful to miss. The gold mask flew off, and I became even more certain.Good heavens. Why is he here, anyway?I'd barely taken a step when his warm hand closed around my arm and pulled me back. “Lilith, wait a minute.”I whirled, all instant defense mode. “What?” Did he really have to be here? God. I still hadn't gotten over that weird kiss. Why would he kiss his fucking sister, step or not? His brows furrowed in that small frown again. He was probably still worried his sister had hurt her head. “Just…hold on,” he murmured, heated violet eyes searching my face and running down my body.I glared down at his hand on my arm, and he reluctantly let me go. “What are you doing here?” He leaned into his hip and crossed his arms. The ripple of veins and muscles across the stretch of tanned skin caught my

AdrienThe bastard spiked her drink. I knew because I'd stalked Quinn ever since she escaped Luciano's cage in nothing but a sexy, black, body-fitting leather dress, knee-high boots, and came to this underground sex den. My eyes had not left her for even a single moment. She was all I saw and watched, even though annoyance burned in the depths of my soul. I should be doing other things than following this gorgeous little human around like I was her bodyguard. I should be back in the death planes, escorting lost souls across the bridge. Yet here I was, watching everything these nasty assholes did to her. Lilith’s supposed stepbrother was all over her body, kissing and worshipping. And I'd watched him spike her drink twice. Once when he acted as the middle man between her and the bartender, and again when he whisked her up the flight of stairs, with the crowd cheering behind them. Humans were too fucking dramatic. And they tended to get nasty too often. I almost dove at the pretty

Quinn“Put me down, asshole!”I slammed the phone down and hurried across the room. My chest burned with rage, maybe because the brawny man carrying Fiona like she was a sack of hay, was the same one who actually pulled the trigger on me that day. I wasn't sure what he was yet, but given how much he stuck to Luciano's side, I concluded he was the right-hand man. Why did these men have to manhandle every woman that crossed their way?I yanked the door open and stepped onto the patio. “Leave her alone!”The big man kept walking like he didn't hear me. Fiona's eyes widened into saucers of appreciation as they fell on me. “Thank goodness, Lilith! I kept trying to tell him that I'm your Personal Assistant!”“Put. Me. Down!” She continued, slapping his back. But the asshole seemed to be mute today. Frustrated, I stormed after them and pulled at his shirt, trying to stop him. It seemed to work, because finally, he stopped and turned to look at me with cold, narrowed eyes. A jolt of fear

Luciano “Did you go in my room while I was away?” I asked Vale as we both walked into the high-walled, buzzing casino in the heart of Chicago. “No. Why?”I couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been in my room, but I was too exhausted to think too much of it. I've had the feeling, a wash of chills down my spine, in the most irritable way ever. A few questions plagued my mind ever since. Who would dare go in my room? Why would they do it?But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't pinpoint anyone fearless enough. Not even Vale.I blew air through my lips, pushing the thought away. “Forget it. Make sure the doors are locked.”I drifted from him and walked further in, towards the bar.“A pint of vodka,” I said to the dewy-eyed teenager in a black jean suspenders underneath a black shirt, and a black cap atop a mass of brown curls. I couldn't bother to understand what an underage lad like him was doing in a place like this. As my eyes darted around the place, taking e