All Chapters of Three Days in the Morgue Made Me His Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

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Chapter 11

Valerie's POVThe metal crashing into the doorframe scared me more than any bomb."Nobody move!"Three masked men stormed in with AK-47s. Their guns swept over our faces.The leader grabbed my hair. He jammed his gun barrel against the back of my head."Open the safe. Antibiotics. Morphine. Give me everything." His Arabic was thick with an accent. The cold metal pressed against my neck.The smell of gunpowder hit my nose. My limbs turned to stone.The basement lights. The smell of alcohol. The dull thuds of the belt. It all crashed down on me in a second.My mouth hung open, but no words came out. My knees buckled."I'll count to three." His finger went to the trigger. "One—""Wait."Arthur's voice came from the side. Steady. Not a single tremor.He opened his arms. He walked step by step between me and the gun. He blocked the black barrel with his own body."I am the lead surgeon here." He spoke in fluent Arabic. Very slowly. "The drugs are here. I will give them to you. Nobody has to

Chapter 12

Killian's POVAnother whiskey bottle went empty.I stared at the dried, blackened tactical belt on the edge of the desk. And the empty vial next to it with my clinic number.They'd sat there for three years. Nobody was allowed to touch them.The penthouse curtains were always drawn. Like a tomb for the living.Since that night three years ago, I doubled my underworld territory in Manhattan. Nobody dared to breathe a wrong word on Rossi turf.But I knew the truth. The man who disarmed bombs barehanded in the rubble died right outside that sterilization chamber.The nerve pain in my right hand flared up again.Back then, I smashed emergency glass to save her. This hand was shredded to the bone. Thirty-seven stitches.The doctors said surgery could fix it. I refused.I needed this pain.It was the only proof I was still alive."Boss, time for your meds." Marco's voice came through the door. Careful and testing.I ignored him.11 PM. I started hearing the voice again.Inside the glass cham

Chapter 13

Killian's POVThe ballroom chandeliers were blinding.The light turned every gown into a museum piece.The world's top medical minds were all here. The clinking of champagne glasses set my teeth on edge.I stood on the edge of the crowd in a black bespoke suit. Blending in with these chatting elites like a stain on white canvas.Security didn't bat an eye at my face. They were looking for terrorists, not a mafia boss. I used a fake name and got in within ten minutes.I searched for her face for a whole hour.Until I saw her walk out the side door to the terrace. Alone.I followed her almost purely on instinct.The night wind blew through the hall. It washed away the smell of champagne and perfume.She was alone on the terrace. Leaning on the railing, looking at the lights on Lake Geneva.Three years hadn't aged her a day.She wore a dark green evening gown. Her profile was softer than I remembered. But also further away."Valerie."My voice shook pathetically.She turned around.I thou

Chapter 14

Valerie's POVThe night breeze blew the lake's chill over the terrace.I looked at Killian kneeling on the floor. My heart felt absolutely nothing.Those ripped-open wounds three years ago. Those fifteen suffocating hours. Now they felt like an old movie I watched a long time ago. I remembered the plot, but I couldn't feel the emotions anymore."Valerie, you're just mad at me." He suddenly looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. His voice carried desperate madness. "Mad that I whipped you. Mad that I burned you. Right?"He didn't wait for my answer. His hand moved to his belt.The metal buckle clicked open.He shoved the belt into my hand. He squeezed my fingers so hard they almost broke. "Pour that medicine on me. Whip me. Whatever makes you feel better."He ripped open his shirt. He showed the heartbeat line tattoo on his chest. He looked at me with red eyes, waiting for a late judgment.I looked down at the warm belt in my hand.Three years ago, this thing landed on my back fifty-seven

Chapter 15

Killian's POVI knelt there. I watched the door shut behind them.The lake wind hit my bare chest. Cold as a knife.I should get up. I should turn around and go back to my own darkness. Rot until I die, just like the old Don said.But my legs wouldn't listen.I followed them. Thirty meters behind. Like a stray dog.Outside the hotel's revolving doors was the empty driveway.Valerie held Arthur's arm. They walked to a car parked by the curb. Quick steps. No intention of stopping for me ever again.I stood in the shadows. My eyes scanned the area out of habit.Five years of tasting blood made my instincts sharper than any bodyguard.A black van at the corner. The window was cracked open just a sliver.In that sliver, a tiny red dot flashed by.A sniper's infrared laser.My blood froze.That wasn't a normal robber. That was a trained killer. The gun was aimed right at the center of the driveway. Right at Valerie.I recognized the van's plate prefix. Marcus's rats. The last squad hiding in

Chapter 16

Valerie's POV"Apply pressure to the wound!"The moment my voice burst out, my body moved ahead of my mind. Medics rushed out of the hotel lobby. The stretcher wheels rolled over the bloody pavement.Killian's eyelids were growing heavy. His lips faded to ash gray by the second."BP seventy-four, pulse weak!" A medic yelled over the ambulance sirens.I stood there. I watched him get loaded onto the stretcher. His blood-soaked suit clung to his skin. Four bullet holes like four silent mouths.Arthur's hand squeezed my shoulder. "Are you okay?"I couldn't speak.The Geneva General Hospital ER was lit up bright. The Director himself came out and recognized me immediately."Dr. Pierce! Our head of trauma surgery is abroad for a conference. You're the only one here qualified to operate on a penetrating trauma of this level!" He spoke incredibly fast, practically begging. "Please, the patient is critical!"I stood in the hallway outside the OR. The red light wasn't on yet.What flashed throu

Chapter 17

Killian's POVThe wheelchair got caught on the rug. I yanked it hard and almost hit the floor."Boss, let me." Marco rushed over."Get lost!" I slapped his hand away. My voice echoed in the empty study.New York's winter was long and bitter. It had been over half a year since that night in Geneva.My spinal nerves were completely dead. The doctors said I'd spend the rest of my life wasting away in this chair. Surviving on the morphine in my pump.The study lights were off. I liked the dark. In the dark, nobody could see my useless body.The silver ring the old Don left was on the desk. I reached for it. Cold as ice."Boss," Marco spoke again, his tone careful and hesitant. "Something arrived for you. No sender."He placed a white envelope on my lap. Like setting down a bomb about to go off.I stared at the envelope for a long time."Get out," I said.Marco bowed his head and backed out fast. He closed the door softly.I used my good left hand to open it.No invitation. No letter.Just

Chapter 18

Valerie's POVNo smell of gunpowder in the wind. No armored cars locking down three blocks. No suffocating mafia rules.The wind from the Alps carried the scent of grass and sweet wine over my bare back.I stood in front of the mirror. I let the dress designer tweak the neckline.I picked this dress myself. Simple cut. A large, delicate lace cutout on the back."Dr. Pierce, are you sure about this style?" The designer looked hesitantly at the scars on my back in the mirror. "We could add a lining to cover...""No need." I cut her off. Soft but firm. "Leave it."Three years ago, those scars were a secret I was terrified to show. The bumpy burns, the crisscrossing whip marks. They were the badge of shame the Rossi family carved into my flesh.Three years later, under Arthur's care, they had faded into uneven light lines. Like overlapping butterfly wings stretching across my shoulder blades.I didn't need to hide them anymore.They weren't shame. They were proof that I survived.A simple

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