Dia Nobile Svu Novels & Stories

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

Svanna had once expressed the same wish, but Russol Sullivan forbade her from being alone at the hospital; accompanying Nightroe while the man was unconscious. They understood the risks, and Svanna couldn’t say anything since Russol Sullivan’s decision was final. She would only come accompanied by Alex, because while in Italy, she was staying at Nightroe’s residence—literally Lightroe’s property, but Yohana and the man were still at the secret house—for their own safety. “I know you must really want to ask why I donated my blood.” “Because he’s your brother?” Svanna felt a void of hope hanging in the air without an answer, so she spoke offhandedly, making Orlando chuckle a little.

But not even Zach would be able to explain what happened next. 10 MONTHS AGO RENNÈ, PARIS. Denver: Telluride. Only a few people know me here. It’s quite good. Regina: that’s still close. I thought you’d make it to Africa, Nigeria maybe or Ghana. Regina: Or an island in Mexico or Asia, somewhere so different from our world, to escape. To forget. Denver: i didn’t want to forget, i didn’t want to escape. Regina: Then did you ever plan to come back?