Semua Bab Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance): Bab 21 - Bab 26

For a moment, no one moved. Not Viktor. Not Alejandro. Not the dozens of men pointing guns at each other across the room like a powder keg waiting for a spark. Only the slow sound of breathing filled the air. Mine. Alejandro’s. The men surrounding us.I could feel Alejandro’s arm around my waist, firm and immovable, like iron wrapped in silk. His chest was solid behind me, heat radiating through the thin fabric of my shirt. Even injured, I could feel how tightly he held me—as if letting go had simply stopped being an option somewhere along the way.Possession. That was the word. The Don of the Cortes empire had crossed a line, and judging by the dark fire in his eyes, he had absolutely no intention of stepping back. My lips curved faintly. How fascinating.Viktor’s gun remained steady, though I could see the calculation happening behind his eyes. He was measuring distance, men, angles. The cost of blood. Alejandro was doing the same. “Well,” I said slowly, breaking the silence. “Let’s

The sound she made when Alejandro cut her tongue out was… memorable. High. Wet. Broken. Camila’s scream tore through the torture room like a dying animal’s final cry. Blood poured from her mouth in thick crimson streams, spilling over her lips and down her throat, staining the front of her once-elegant dress. The guards holding her struggled to keep her still as her body convulsed violently.I leaned back in the chair Alejandro had placed me in. Comfortably. Well—comfortable enough for a man who had been stabbed, shot, and nearly bled out the night before. Pain pulsed faintly through my abdomen, but it was manageable. Right now something far more interesting held my attention.Alejandro.The Don of the Cortes empire stood before his wife like a dark god of vengeance. Blood splattered across his face and neck, Camila’s blood, and instead of wiping it away he inhaled slowly like the metallic scent was intoxicating. Fascinating. Most men broke when grief hollowed them out. Alejandro Corte

I should have walked away. That would have been the logical decision. Finish the interrogation. Clean the mess. Regain control. Instead, I was still looking at him. Nikolai Vassilliou sat in that chair like he belonged in the middle of chaos. Blood in the air, screams fading into silence, bodies barely breathing—and yet his attention had never wavered. Not from me. Dio mio. The realization settled in my chest like something heavy. Dangerous.“You’re still watching,” I said. He tilted his head slightly, that same faint smile playing on his lips. “Always.” The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it wasn’t a question at all. Behind me, Leandro shifted. Ibram said something to Lucas—low, controlled. Orders. Cleanup. Containment. Normal things. I ignored all of it. Because I couldn’t ignore him.“You got what you wanted,” I said. “The shipment. The truth.” Nikolai leaned back slightly despite the tension in his body, like pain was an inconvenience he refused to acknowledge. “I usual