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She and Vincent grabbed their shovels again, dumping sand into the pit like executioners. I tied Benjamin tightly to my back and started climbing again. 'Not this time,' I told myself. I was not planning on dying there. I climbed one step at a time, matching their pace, racing against the rising sand. Then, Celeste's voice echoed coldly above. "Finnegan, I'm done playing with you." She pulled out a fistful of throwing knives, raising them toward us with a smirk. Vincent, panting and sweaty, tossed aside his shovel to massage her shoulders.

“One way or another, this debt will be settled today.” “Fuck that, mother!” Nate growls, pushing Carmen out of the way. He palms the barrel of my gun and presses his head against the muzzle. “Kill me and end this feud already. You will never get your fucking hands on either of my sisters, you cruel Turkish bastard.” The emptiness that was once burrowed deeply into his irises vanishes and is quickly replaced with a fierce brotherly protectiveness that makes my decision so much easier. They will all suffer longer this way…

"It was Ethan, wasn't it?" Cold hatred burned in Sean's eyes as he looked at me. "Was this the dirty trick he used to steal you from me? I treated him as my best friend, yet he stole my wife!" "How are objective facts a trick?" My eyes became cold. "It's not like I can't forgive you..." I deliberately paused to watch Sean's reaction. Sure enough, his eyes lit up, and he held my hand tightly. He said, "Blossom, just say it. I'll go through hell and back if that's what you want!"

The three of them had colluded to keep me in the dark, squeezing every last bit of value from me like a clown. My heart felt hollowed out, utterly void of warmth. I closed my eyes, my voice icy. “Get out!” My mother-in-law laughed as if I’d just made the most ridiculous statement in the world. “You, a cripple, dare tell us to get out?” She lunged, digging her fingers into my bandaged wound. Excruciating pain ripped through me, and cold sweat broke out at my temples. The fury inside me surged beyond control. I lifted my head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at her.

Adrian grabbed Ethan by the collar, slamming him against a marble pillar hard enough to crack the stone. “She will never be yours!” he roared, voice raw with possessive madness, spittle flying. “I’ll burn everything down before I let you have her!” Ethan headbutted him hard, breaking Adrian’s nose with a sickening crunch of cartilage, blood pouring down Adrian’s face. He followed with a knee to Adrian’s stomach, doubling the bigger man over. Adrian roared in pain and fury, grabbing Ethan by the hair and driving a vicious elbow into his temple. Ethan’s vision blurred, but he retaliated with a brutal hook to Adrian’s jaw, sending the larger man staggering into another table that collapsed unde

Gio does not know exactly what it was that Dante was framing her for, only that there were allegedly going to be bodies, enemies would be taken out, and the trash would be dealt with so that things could "go back to the way they had been before." The details of the conversation that Gio revealed tell me that my best friend has cracked. Even if he hasn't taken the love of my life to be framed for some unknown crime, he's still out. I need people in my corner with good heads on their shoulders, and Dante's entire harebrained scheme proves that he is no longer that person. "It's going to be okay." Gio's voice is soft when he speaks, breaking the silence, and I look at him, nodding once with a j

He says to me "And how did you get injured so bad?" I asked and he looks at me again "I told you not to worry your head about that, Fiore!" He says and I opened my mouth to talk but Cripsy starts to bark and I raised my eyebrows "What is wrong Crips?" I asked and carried her into my arms, petting her furr and she purred, I giggled softly "You only wanted attention, didn't you now Crips?" I say and stroked her furr

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

Trailing off, tears brimming in her eyes, she crawled back in terror. “No, No, Love, it’s not-” He tried calling, turning to her, desperate, heartbroken, lost. “Then how come the patterns of Fiend Forgery appeared on your hands!?” She yelled, tears rolled down due to disheartened feelings. “How could you do this to us? How could you betray us, you traitor!?” She yelled, clutching her chest in disappointment. Fiend Forgery, the relic holding dark desire for blood in itself and now engraved in Zadicus.