Novel & Cerita Blue Exorcist Renzo

Renz’s eyes slowly start to return to their natural, icy green color. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to rip his spine out of his body and use it as a golf club,” Renz snarls, his muscles tense, and his canines slip out. “He will be unrecognizable when we are finished with him. Alpha Vincenzo needs our help right now. We need to regroup, and Alpha Darius is on his way too. We will find them,” I promise him.

My eyes, traitorous as ever, followed the movement, the sharp lines of his muscles, the tattoos across his skin, the strength in every shift of his body. I looked away quickly, my face burning. What was wrong with me? I should be terrified, thinking about Brian, about my mother, about survival. But here I was, getting distracted by Enzo Vitale’s body. I shifted on the bed, tucking my legs under the soft brown duvet. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve as my thoughts spun in circles. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Enzo asked again, snapping me out of it. He was standing a few feet away, shirtless, holding a glass half-filled with liquor. The dim light caught the liquid, turning it the

Alessandro Renzo fell to his knees, holding my feet. "Not my daughter, please!" He cried. Blood dripped from his split head onto my shoes, warm and sticky, soaking into the leather. His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and he looked up at me with the kind of desperate terror that I had seen a thousand times before. My men tried to push him away. Enzo stepped forward and grabbed the back of Renzo's collar, ready to throw him across the room. But I raised a hand, signaling them to stop.

Someone who can command rogues and make them obey without question. My mind immediately drifts to the name Xarion mentioned before. Renzo. I don't know much about him. Xarion was vague when he warned me, but he did say Renzo had a history of going after the loved ones of the people he targets. And the way Xarion said his name, the tension in his voice and the hardness in his eyes, it was enough to tell me this Renzo is dangerous. But is he the one behind all of this?

“Yes, well, I’m sure there will be plenty of time for explanations and reunions later. Right now, the lines of fate are converging–” “So it is you,” Enzo growled, giving me one last, unreadable look before he stormed across the room to Bennett. He grabbed his shirt in a fist and lifted him clean off the floor. “You’d better start explaining what the fuck you’ve been playing at, right now, otherwise your head will be removed from your neck so damn fast–”

Renzo planted his foot on my chest and twisted cruelly. “You’ll die here, Blaze. No one will ever find your body. And when you’re gone, I’ll return for what’s mine. Your sister. Your mate. I can’t even decide which one I’ll take first.” His grin was sadistic. “Though truthfully, I haven’t stopped thinking about Saoirse. That little slut moaned so loud when I fucked her in your bathroom—it’s a miracle you didn’t wake.” A guttural roar ripped from me. “I will kill you, Renzo! Mark my words!”

I recoil, pulling my claws from his neck, my breath heavy with disgust. “What did you see?” Orion asks cautiously as he takes a step towards us, but I can’t even bring myself to mention what I just saw. Cezar slumps in the chair, panting, his eyes wide with shock and pain. “Nero, I can explain—” I silence him with a growl and glare at him, my blood boiling as the images continue to assault me. Blood, screaming, a mouth covered, a life threatened, and a secret kept.

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

“Ami, leave the briefcase. We’re done here.” I didn’t argue. I placed the briefcase on the table and slid it toward Bratva. None of them moved. Renzo’s gaze swept across the men with disdain. “Neither this man nor his little entourage will ever bother you again,” he promised, then smiled at me genuine, warm. He took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and together we walked out of the hall, leaving the shadows behind.