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Maria pulls me back to my seat, as if trying to warn me to stay put. "I had no intention of going back there; we are like 100 miles away from Vicktor's empire." Next thing we see, the armed men all file down from the railings and surround Delatto with their guns pointed at him. An explosion blows up on delatto, the force of the fire scattering the men around him in different directions as burnt offerings. I cover my hands over my mouth. "He sacrificed himself. He was wearing a bomb." We lose signal with Luca, who was the only man still wearing his camera, and the whole screen goes black.

Maybe if I kill Matias… I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the reason is me, again. And if Vincenzo can't see right through me I'm sure Sebastian or Bast as he introduced himself, would surely do. Sebastian Grey. Instead of warmth, I felt dread whenever I see him or when our eyes met. And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core.

It was a gun. "Raise your hands," he ordered. "If you move, I'm gonna blow your head off. No one jokes with us." I swallowed. I should have been suspicious of them. Antonio wasn't rich and responsible enough to have his own men. What would I do now? Where in the world were Drake and Pablo? ---

I couldn't even find my voice, I tried moving away from the barricade that Ace's figure created but he won't bulge. Javi moved a little which enables me to see him, he burst out into a sadistic laughter. "Shut up both of you, shut the hell up." I didn't realize how bad it has gotten for him until he starts using the handle of the gun to hit his head repeatedly like he is trying to silence a voice in there. I feel so bad for him, I know he's not the best person in the world but I can't help but wonder the kind of demons he is battling with, the voice in his head.

Dante didn’t say anything instead he stared at Bella silently for a second and then “ you have no idea what have I done for him , young girl “ said Dante losing his bluster “ You might think you do but you don’t , but , I see no point in telling you and this brat about that because you won’t believe me not now at least . However , I could careless about two immature brats opinion about me , the only reason I’m here is to stop my son from walking down the wrong path . There is nothing he can do to those people and it will be better if you both sit down silently and do nothing , of course if you fear about getting assaulted , just end this here “ I narrowed my eyes , The fact that Dante came h

The pain fueled his rage, making him stronger and more terrifying. A massive infected — the former star quarterback, now mutated into a hulking brute — smashed through the stairs and charged Kael. They collided like two titans. The beast’s fists slammed into Kael’s ribs, cracking bone. Kael answered by sinking his fangs into the creature’s shoulder and ripping out a chunk of flesh. “Serena!” Damien shouted. “The ceiling!” Several corrupted witches had climbed the walls and were channeling dark magic into the stone above them. Cracks formed. Dust and debris rained down.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

He finally sat, his eyes like two pits of cold ash. “So,” he began, stretching his hands revealing a semi automatic pistol strapped to his belt. "You called me here to talk about a name. Bane Valak." I let out a small,shaky breath. "The man who ruined us both," I said, leaning forward. "He’s at a private villa in Calabria. He’s vulnerable. He’s distracted by my daughter." Roman let out a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh if it hadn't been so devoid of humor.

This time Maera reacted first, her eyes widening in shock. “Yes. Have you heard about him?” “Belial… bringer of death.” Maera answered quietly, straightening in her seat. “When I was little, my birth mother used to say don’t wander too far and don’t stay out late at night or you will wander into Belial’s cold grasp. He will drag you into The Hollow where you will never see the light again.” She paused. “I always thought it was something parents said to caution stubborn children.” Silence lingered briefly before Selene straightened. “That’s still one scary story to tell your child though.” She breathed. “I’d never want to even leave the house with that.”

And Faith had no idea how much danger she was in, how deeply tangled the web of fate had already become. As Faith spoke, I couldn’t help but listen closely to every word she said. She didn’t understand what she was talking about. She had no idea that the man she had just described—this ‘Cain’—was a monster who had killed and tortured without remorse, a creature of the darkest kind. But she was speaking about him as if he was just another psychotic man. She didn’t know the truth, and I had no intention of telling her. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to hear it.