All Chapters of Vows written in blood: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“How did you know I was there, Luciano?”Luciano didn’t answer right away.Instead, he stood slowly, as he closed the distance between us.He stopped barely a foot away, looking down at me with those icy blue eyes that always seemed to peel away every lie, every excuse, every wall I desperately tried to build around myself.“You really want the truth?” he asked.I forced myself not to step back.“You owe me that much after drugging me and dragging me here.”For a moment, I genuinely thought he would refuse to answer. That he would turn around, walk out, and leave me drowning in more questions.Instead, he reached into the pocket of his trousers.My pulse jumped.When his hand emerged, it wasn’t holding a weapon.It was a small metallic object no larger than a coin.He balanced it between his thumb and forefinger, turning it slowly beneath the light.“The pill I gave you before you boarded the plane,” he said quietly. “It wasn’t only a sedative and pain reliever.”“What are you talking

“I have something you might be interested in.”Luciano’s voice was calm, almost too calm.His eyes remained fixed on me as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.For a moment, I wondered if this was another one of his carefully calculated games.With Luciano, it was difficult to tell.Everything he did had a purpose.Every word.Every silence.Every look.He crossed the small distance between us and held the screen out.I stared at it.Then my breath caught.The woman on the screen was impossible to mistake.The waitress.The same woman who had smiled at me, the same woman who had leaned close enough to whisper that everything would be fine, the same woman who had pulled a gun and shot me without hesitation.My fingers tightened around the wineglass in my hand.“Where did you get this?”“One of my men sent it.”I looked up sharply. “They found her?”Luciano’s expression didn’t change.“They found out who she was.”My brows pulled together.“That’s not the same thing.”“N

“I told you to leave.”The words had barely settled between us when another attacker lunged from Luciano’s blind side, a knife flashing beneath the moonlight.My heart stopped.“Behind you!”Luciano moved before I finished speaking. The attacker’s knife sliced through empty air.Luciano caught the man’s wrist, twisted sharply, and a sickening crack echoed across the deck.The knife clattered to the floor.Before the man could scream, Luciano drove his elbow into his throat.The attacker staggered backward, gasping.A single gunshot rang out.The man dropped.Luciano never looked at the body.“Stay down,” he ordered without turning toward me.Then he walked straight into the fight.I had never seen anything like it.Men twice his size charged him without hesitation.None lasted more than a few seconds.One swung a crowbar.Luciano stepped inside the strike, drove a knife beneath the man’s ribs, pulled it free, and shoved him into another attacker.A second rushed him from the left.Lu

“Put him on the phone now!”I turned toward the endless stretch of blue water.Luciano was several meters from the yacht, floating on his back as though he hadn’t a single concern in the world.The image irritated me.Less than twenty-four hours ago, he had ordered three men thrown into the ocean.Now he was swimming in it.I stepped closer to the railing.“Luciano!”The wind carried my voice away.He didn’t react.I sighed before raising his phone above my head.“Luciano!”This time I waved it.“Your phone!”His head turned almost immediately.Even from that distance, I watched his gaze settle on the device in my hand.I lifted it higher.“A woman wants to speak with you!”The relaxed look vanished.Without hesitation, he rolled over and began swimming toward the yacht with long, powerful strokes.He reached the ladder within seconds.One of his men moved to help him aboard, but Luciano ignored the outstretched hand, climbing the last few steps. Another man appeared beside him with

“What part of stay in the car did you not understand?”His voice wasn’t loud.It didn’t need to be.The words alone rooted me to the polished hospital floor.For a moment, neither of us moved.Doctors and nurses hurried past, their footsteps echoing through the corridor, completely oblivious to the tension hanging between us.I folded my arms across my chest.“I was curious.”His eyes remained fixed on mine.No anger.No frustration.Just that same unreadable expression I’d grown to hate.“Curiosity?” he repeated.I lifted my chin.“Yes.”“You disobeyed me because you were curious.”It wasn’t a question.“You weren’t telling me anything.”“Exactly, you need to know only what i want you to know.”His answer came so effortlessly that my irritation flared.“You drag me across the ocean, refuse to tell me why we’re here, order me to stay in a car like some child, and you expect me to just listen?”“Yes.”I let out a dry laugh.“You’re unbelievable.”“So I’ve been told.”For a brief second