Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

My bare feet pressed hard into the cold hardwood floor. I did not tremble as I flat-palmed Roman’s chest, my fingers spreading over the expensive fabric of his vest.I utilized my core strength to push his silver gun barrel downward toward the Persian rug."Lower your weapon, Roman," I stated, my vocal tone completely devoid of fear. "I am not requesting."To my left, Rocco stood perfectly static by the window. His chest heaved rapidly beneath his tactical gear.A dark, spreading stain of wet copper and blood soaked his left shoulder. His Glock remained raised, the barrel leveled directly at the center mass of his identical twin.Roman’s jaw locked tight. His gunmetal eyes burned into my retinas.The suffocating scent of ozone and wet copper hung heavy in the air, mixing with the rain rattling the steel shutters."He shouldn't be inside my perimeter, Cora," Roman growled, his voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating frequency."I drove into your highway kill-box to absorb the ballistic f

The grandfather clock in the distant corridor struck midnight. The deep, heavy chimes vibrated directly through the oak floorboards.I sat upright on the mattress, my fingers clutching the silk sheets against my chest.The hidden wardrobe panel slid open with a quiet, mechanical hiss.Rocco stepped out of the dark architectural void. He wore his heavy Kevlar tactical vest and walked silently to the foot of my bed.Roman was already holding his position there. His silver three-piece suit remained immaculate despite the late hour.They stood perfectly shoulder-to-shoulder. Two identical, towering predators actively blocking my primary exit vector.My stomach twisted violently, a sudden, hot surge of adrenaline and absolute rage flooding my bloodstream."Dante has escalated the hallway sweeps tonight," Roman stated, his voice flat, projecting absolute command. "We are required to adjust the operational schedule.""My brother's logic is sound," Rocco added, his heavy sandalwood scent drif

I sat perfectly upright in the center of my bed. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest as the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed exactly 02:00 hours.Standing directly before me were the two identical brothers. Their imposing, heavily muscled frames cast long, overlapping shadows across my silk mattress under the dim, red tactical light.They had breached my room in perfect synchronization. Their kinetic movements were calculated and precise, fully prepared to enforce their negotiated nighttime schedule.Roman closed the heavy oak door. He engaged the deadbolt with his silver key before turning his cold, gunmetal gaze to lock onto my face."The external guard rotation is complete," Roman stated, his gravelly voice cutting cleanly through the silence of the room. "Dante has officially doubled the perimeter sweeps. We are required to coordinate the operational shifts with extreme precision.""We lack the temporal bandwidth to hesitate, Cora," Rocco added. He leaned his broad s

I stood precisely in the center of Roman’s dimly lit study. My hands rested flat and steady on the cold mahogany surface of his massive desk.Roman looked down at my hand-drawn ledger sheets. His dark, gunmetal eyes widened with a sudden, sharp, terrifying intensity as his brain processed the data.The heavy silence in the room stretched out. The amber light cast long, dramatic shadows across the sharp angles of his face, making the air feel thick and volatile."You have been staring at those mathematical figures for exactly three hundred seconds, Roman," I stated. My voice was perfectly steady despite the rapid, frantic drumming of my cardiac muscle."Is the algorithm too complex for your processing speed?""This document represents significantly more than a standard audit, Cora," Roman murmured, his voice dropping to a low, highly dangerous growl."Affirmative," I replied, tilting my chin up to establish dominance. "Your father's historical associate wasn't simply skimming the top l

The silence inside the master bedroom was dense and suffocating. It was broken only by the steady, aggressive drumming of the rain against the exterior steel shutters.The heavy mahogany wardrobe panel slid open with a soft, brushed mechanical sigh. Rocco stepped out into the dim, red glow of the emergency tactical lights.He had already shed his heavy Kevlar tactical vest. He wore only a dark, thin, fitted sweater that clung tightly to the broad, heavy musculature of his chest."He has cleared the outer gates," Rocco stated. His gravelly voice instantly neutralized the freezing atmospheric pressure of the room."Roman is officially en route to the Baltimore coordinates."I sat upright on the edge of the mattress. My hands gripped the silk sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white as I locked eyes with him."And you have maintained your position here," I noted. My voice was steady, but my pulse began to thrum frantically against my carotid artery."I briefed you that I would be monit