HEATED REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

THALIA POV Only I survived.”I hear Damien swallow.Carlos? His expression remains the same. He doesn't blink, gulp or shake. Not a muscle moves. It's like his body's reactions is being controlledby himWhat he doesn’t know is that against my chest, his heartbeat gives him away completely. They come alive against my chest. It's tiny but I can't miss it.One beat. Stop.Two beats. Stop.Each one measured and tight, like his body is making decisions his face refuses to show.“Your sister went missing before or after?”I take one step back. This time, he lets me.“Before. She was meant to travel with her boyfriend. Nothing was heard from either of them after.”A tiny movement surface... His nose twitches. He remembers something.The certainty of it moves through me cold and slow.“And you didn’t find her? Or the boyfriend?”“He died.” I pick up a bottle of water and drink before continuing.“I found out five years ago he was killed.” I set the bottle down.“By his boss.”“Hmm.”His han

"Get a fucking room!" Carlos stops. Hands still in placeThe silence lands strange but his heavy breathing fills it up.Me? I refuse to look up, refuse to let go of him.With red, hooded eyes, Carlos turn back to look at him.The lust starts lowering.People were here.How am I supposed to get through today? “You fucking lunatics!”Damien chides and I finally lift up my face, to see him: one hand on his waist while the other grip his hair.“Leave, Damien.”Carlos doesn’t yell. Those two words carry the weight of absolute authority. No edge of anger. Just the flat, immovable weight of someone who has never once in his life needed to repeat himself.Damien leaves,same as the air of lust circling us. The silence that fills the space after is thick and warm and entirely ours.His finger leaves my ass to lift my jaw and lift it slowly. His eyes scan down my face, stopping at my lips and they part.His mouth stay open, looking at my lips while he breathes like someone who ran intense rac

"Please just a taste of you" she opens her mouth but I'm already stalking towards herFour steps to her and my heart is echoing loud in my ears. Throat thick and head swimming with images of her.Me holding her, her touching me, she telling me the different ways she'll kill me, like at the gym... Especially at the gym, I don't know if I should be grateful Damien spoke... No, I was mad he spoke, out of my senses, wits and every part that screams for blood mad he spoke. I've never regretted being close to Damien but yesterday was a close call to it. I'd have murdered him and not be remorseful and that's a lot because for some weird reasons, I hate that guy being hurt.But what he did yesterday was a murder attempt.Two steps to Thalia,to her pulling me closer, my brain eroding with every touch she gives me, my nose ingesting the comforting way she smells, sucking her breasts. Hitting her ass. Suspending her. Thrusting into her. Hearing her moan my name so fucking loud it tears my walls

Marcus doesn’t glance my way.He doesn’t even act like he knows me.Why didn’t he contact me? Why didn’t he tell me? He has my number.There’s no doubt Carlos is his enemy. I look at his face, then at Carlos, who takes his seat opposite MarcusMarcus doesn't look surprised to see him.Greg goes behind Carlos and stand.A cold, paranoid, doubtful part of me says: I’m a pawn, a chess piece. I’m being played.But why would Marcus play me?.He's is sitting across from Carlos like they're business partners. Like they're allies.Of all I've heard about Carlos from Marcus, he talks about Carlos like they both can't stand each other. Like the day they see each other, there'll be blood bath. And NONE OF THAT IS HAPPENING NOW.My entire body goes cold. The live feed.I told him we’re going out to a place I don’t know. I’m still sharing live recording of this place with Shadow, yet he couldn’t tell me he’s meeting Carlos?Why? Is this a setup? A trap? Is he working with Carlos?No. Impossible. C

THALIA POVTwo hours of negotiations drag on. Marcus using his influence in Lower Manhattan to recruit soldiers for Kortnov. Carlos closing portals open to Kortnov’s boss.I’m officially bored.Kortnov finds their discussion as an opportunity to face me.“How long have you been fucking Carlos?”Breathe, Thalia.“Must be good pussy if he gave you a gun.”His hand slides to my waistband, I bend his fingers, glaring at me. The stupid old tool just smile.I’ll kill him.Marcus isn’t an enemy. If Carlos gets angry about it, Marcus and I can take the opportunity to kill him too.Kortnov’s hand slides up my thigh, his ugly nails digging in.“Soft skin. Tell me, how much does it cost to have you moan my name?”My hand moves toward my gun and I catch a glance at Marcus, his eyes flicker a warning: Don’t. Maintain cover.I gulp, then look at Carlos. He's not looking. Kortnov pinches my thigh through my jeans.“So many clothes. I can pay you twenty thousand dollars now, if you let me eat your pu