La Guerrera Capitulo 70 Novels & Stories

Out of contempt for the situation he swifts fast back into the hall. Garth enters back into the hallway and makes his way over to his captain. At the same time, Romera retreats as well, leaving her second left side cage in a pool of blood. In that cage three goblins are dead and she leaves a Jinova woman alive and covered in the fluids of both their essence and scarlet. Both Garth and the spider woman are coated with enough blood to fill an ocean but even so they have a look of pride on their faces as if cleansing and judging is acceptable in this situation. Garth steps to the side of his captain while she is walking and taps her shoulder. The read head looks over at him and notices the piec

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!!!

Guerrero says, and I flinch at how low and raspy his voice sounds. ‘From the screaming.’ I hear myself say in my head, and I wish I can erase that. “Oh, I remember you,” he says when I’m too frozen to form a cohesive thought. “You’re the good shot.” He really does remember. “You came here to gloat?” Guerrero barks but with the rasp in his voice, he sounds less menacing and I wonder if they give him enough water to drink. “Your boy already got what he wanted from me, so I’m just here waiting for judgment day. So, you can scamper off, skank.”

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.

"Cap, here, she's a fighter." I smile. Persephone wipes her tears away and turns to face Ghost but has her head tuck, not looking at him in the eyes. "W-will, she b-be o-okay?" "Cap is a beast," Gunner shouted from the front as his voice made the child cringe. "Gunner, you ass! Ow! Gentle!" I hiss at the alcohol being pressed on my skin. With that tingling feeling, I clenched my fist, trying to endure the pain.

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.

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.

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.

Guerra smirked, looking directly into Jun's raised up face. Jun suddenly growled, throwing away two of Guerra's friends that were holding her side by side, "Now, I am standing up for myself and you can't bully me anymore!" She gave another deep growl, her eyes flickered to her wolf's which shocked the hell out of Guerra that she fell to the floor - when did she have a wolf?

They were going to take the fight to La Spina Nera. But first, they needed someone who knew their anatomy. A man named Tomaso Guerra—a former Spina associate turned informant who vanished three years ago. Rumor said he resurfaced recently… in the slums outside Seville. “You really think he’ll talk?” Luca asked as he loaded a magazine into his Beretta. “If he wants to keep his tongue, he will,” Amara answered coldly. The slums of Seville stank of rotting citrus and diesel smoke. Narrow alleyways twisted like veins, littered with trash, stray cats, and men with haunted eyes.