บททั้งหมดของ The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Skyden Wolfe's POVThe elevator numbers kept counting down, its soft hum cutting through the silence.Gideon, standing next to me, pulled the slide of his gun back, making sure the round was locked in place before holstering it at his waist.To the outside world, this middle-aged man was the Head of Security for Echelon Nine, but within this circle, he was The Raven's chief executioner."Watch your manners down there, kid," Gideon said gravely without turning to look at me. "Mr. Alaric doesn't like people who talk too much.""I know," I replied briefly and flatly.Ding.The elevator doors slid open as soon as we reached the lowest floor. There was one floor below that, but no one could enter without permission.I'd been there twice—once in my previous life and once when Alaric invited me because he liked my work.Before the elevator doors closed, we stepped into the dimly lit main command room.This underground command room was completely isolated from the luxury above, where The Rave

Outside the grand Gothic-style villa that stood isolated in the mountainous region, the night grew colder by the minute.The thick air enveloped an unmarked operational vehicle hidden beneath a grove of trees, not far from the main gate.Inside the dimly lit car, four members of Unit Zero sat with bated breath.Noah, the youngest member of the team, was intently focused on his laptop screen. His fingers danced nimbly across the keyboard, bypassing security protocols and successfully hacking into the villa's internal CCTV network."I've managed to get into their surveillance system," Noah muttered without taking his eyes off the screen for a moment. "But there's a problem… the main room on the second floor, where their leader is, isn't equipped with any surveillance cameras at all. A total blind spot."Elliot, sitting in the front passenger seat, rubbed his tense face. He leaned back, gazing at the villa, which looked both majestic and menacing from a distance."Do you guys really beli

Fresh blood seeped rapidly, soaking the cold, dim floor beneath the flickering light of an unstable lamp.A young man lay motionless, his chest pierced by a hot bullet. His breath came in ragged gasps, yet a cold, vengeful smile was etched on his blood-soaked lips."I have come… to seek revenge… in the name of Wolfe."That hoarse whisper drifted slowly through the air, striking the supreme leader of The Raven who stood tall before him.Alaric froze. His eyes widened, clearly capturing a flash of shock and profound emptiness as the young man's life faded completely.Wolfe… Then those gray eyes—Alaric recognized them all too well.The old man stared at his hand, which still clutched the smoking pistol, then shifted his gaze to the original painting by Elena, elegantly displayed on the main wall of the ninth floor, deep within the underground levels.A descendant of the Wolfe family had just died by his own hand, right beneath the shadow of memories of the woman who had once been the cen

With trembling, blood-soaked hands, Alaric held Elena tightly, revealing the greatest secret of his life through his tears. "Don't die… I beg you, I love you, Elena! I've loved you for so long! As long as you keep breathing, I don't care who you choose to live with… even if you want to go back to Darius, that's fine! Please don't leave me… just keep breathing!"Darius stood frozen in place. His gaze was vacant, his body stiff as a stone statue, as he watched his wife slump in another man's lap, her chest riddled with a bullet hole. His mind, consumed by obsession and madness, refused to accept the reality that it was his own finger that had pulled the trigger.For Darius, this was all Alaric's fault. If that bastard hadn't baited him, if that man hadn't provoked him and hidden his wife, he would never have aimed the gun!Hate, jealousy, and overwhelming guilt collided within his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He loved Elena to death; he was crazy without her, but now… he ha

The scent of expensive perfume and her form-fitting evening gown could not ease the heavy burden on Bentley's shoulders.A morning that should have been filled with tranquility had instead turned into a futile hunt.After agonizing over the situation, he got dressed—his long hair flowing, his lips painted bright red—then headed to the penthouse where Skyden and Linora were staying.However, the luxurious unit was completely empty.With no other options left and his head nearly splitting over how to reveal Darius's dark truth to Skyden, Bentley changed course. A dimly lit bar became his refuge. He needed alcohol to clear his frazzled mind."One more shot," Bentley called out to the bartender, her voice hoarse.Glass after glass, he downed, yet memories of Darius and the image of Elena's face as she saved him from the streets decades ago kept replaying like a broken record.Just as Bentley was about to take another sip of his drink, a man suddenly sat down in the empty chair beside him.