Ramsay Bolton Romane & Geschichten

It seemed like he was upholding a fair fight, but anyone with a keen eye could tell he already picked a side. He had no sense of kindness. He was planning to force the Patel and Hermit Families to their deaths. Azrael Bolton stood up before cracking his neck. “It’s been a while since I’ve exchanged blows with another person. I’ll handle the next fight.” Everyone else was shocked after hearing those words. “You can’t, Mr. Bolton!” exclaimed Saul Robbins. “You’re an important figure of the Hermit Families! You have the leading role tonight! “You can’t just do this on your own!”

"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute.

People could not help but be drawn to his magnetic aura. Someone caught their attention to correct them - a man distinguished enough wearing a suit that advised people of some authority at the very least. “He’s not just any man, girls. He’s Rocky Bolton.” He seemed to recognize Bolton from the business conference he last attended where Rocky was the resource speaker. At the mention of Rocky Bolton’s name, people within earshot stopped to stare. Everyone marveled at this rare occurrence. Some picked up their phones to snap pictures and videos of the event posting on their social media accounts.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f