Novel & Cerita La Guerrera Capitulo 44

“Number 44, did anything happen? Tell him that nothing did.” His eyes were desperate, so much hope in them, the same desperation and the same hope that had been in hers when she told him to stop. Kiara turned away, swallowing thickly as she held her dress closer to her chest. “N-Nothing happened.” “Right...” Gabe’s hand loosened his collar and the guard chuckled until said hand wrapped around his neck instead. “W-What...? Beta Gabe W-What are y—” Instead of words, a whimper left his lips as Gabe’s claws extended. “I thought I told you not to f*cking touch her.”

Hunter’s eyes shifted from the gun to Guiller, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don’t have time to kill you right now—I’ve got bigger things to deal with. But if you still want to end it all, go ahead," Guiller said before turning and walking out with Antonio’s men. Hunter stood there, frozen, watching Guiller’s back as he disappeared through the door. “How’d it go?” Don Antonio asked when Guiller got into the car where the elder was waiting. “He’ll come around," Guiller said confidently. “Any updates on Lady Aleah?” he asked, shifting the conversation.

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain.

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

I handed the glass of wine to him. “Two days ago, I had my friend murdered in cold blood in order to save my daughter. I made a deal with the bastard Alfredo Colombo, but he broke it by making me a fool in front of my daughter. I gave him fifty crates to make his father proud, but now… I paused, taking a sip from my glass. “He needs to suffer,” He stared at me, and then he sipped from his glass. “Can you elaborate on the degree of suffering you are looking at, Mr. Guerra?””

And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic. "H-Help…" she mouthed at me, her eyes barely opening. It saddens me to see her in this state, but I know no words or actions can help her, especially if Santi’s hand’s on my neck. I'm flooded with remorse and guilt. I just helped the demons deliver her to hell. "Let's end this one and throw them both in the underground, sir!" Gueverra threw blows at my face again, nearly killing me as raindrops rained on us.

He dropped to his knees, clutching his wound before collapsing onto the floor. Chris tore through the guards, knocking one aside before another could get to him. A Gamma swung his sword at Chris’s left side, but Chris turned and caught him, sending him crashing to the floor. A panicked Gamma tried to make a run for the exit, but Chris caught him before he got there. One heavy blow to the back sent him crashing face-first onto the marble. Blood spread beneath him as the other guards went down around him. The last of the fourteenth Gamma stood alone, gripping his sword with both hands. His fingers trembled as he watched Valkira approach.