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I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

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?””

Her face was pale with exhaustion, but her eyes burned with focus. “It’s not just coming,” she said quietly. “It’s already moving. The Chimera crossed the sea last night. The next strike…” She hesitated. “The next strike will be final.” Ellie tightened her grip on the blade. “Then let’s end this.” Shadows in the Camp That night, the base glowed under floodlights. Soldiers whispered as Ellie passed. Some called her Guardian. Others looked away, uneasy. Not all had accepted the new order. In the command tent, Rivera and Voss argued in low voices over strategy.

Leaving me completely gobsmacked and standing gawping like a complete moron. He knows how to push my buttons alright; anger buttons, and I am fuming as horny heat is replaced with fiery anger. I just blink at him, my heart pounding, pride wounded and a tiny tremor of rage simmering inside of me like a dull ember trying to catch alight. Breathing hard and just locked on that gaze in a silent war of ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ Carrero is an utter fucking arsehole of epic proportions. He is no gentleman at all!!!

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.