Rigo Capitulo 44 Completo Novels & Stories

"He will kill you," she whispered in a calm voice, though she was trembling from inside she maintained her strong composure, looking him straight in the eyes, she continued. "He will take his right back from you," Henry narrowed his eyes at her, not at all liking her courage and her faith towards that bastard. "He is nothing but a rogue," Henry hissed. "You killed his parents. You took over his pack. But you forget to kill him. Now, he is the king of the rogues, coming back to take his throne." Riley said loud and clear in a strong voice.

To survive. For herself. For the baby. Yet she couldn't. Not while someone needed help. One of the rogues stepped forward. He was enormous. Nearly seven feet tall in human form. Scars covered his bare arms and neck. His dark eyes narrowed as he studied her. "You should go back inside." His voice was rough. Dangerous. Seraphina tightened her grip on the lantern. "If she's injured, I can help." The rogue laughed. The sound held no humor. "She'll probably die."

Tears never stopped flowing from my eyes as his struggled really hard to reach near me. I shrieked yet again and struggled through my chains attempting to break free and hug him tightly. I knew something like this would happen and it did, I still wasn’t prepared for the number of tears I was shedding. I felt helpless and hopeless as he dragged his body while his head was bleeding poorly.

[ Laura ] "From the day Don Rivo Cajilig's wife died he has been targeting a lot of young women. He became a womanizer at his age and even the maid that worked for him got a mental illness because of him. Don Rivo's house workers often found in metal facility or police station after serving him," My mind went blank for a long while after I heard that. Suddenly my breath became heavy thinking how terrible that man is, the image of what happened to us in manila flashbacks in my mind that made my body tremble again.

I threw the rock directly to her but it shattered apart against the barrier and wasted away. The anger took another curve up. I bent over, my brain seeming to short circuit. Agnus’s laugh filled the air. It was fuel to fire. “All that ekpi sialilitura pieralioioi boil, all liertu ekpi matter pieralioioi wanirace!” The chants began and I moved back, bracing myself for anything. My head turned to my men, telling them to brace themselves but the screams did not erupt from our side.

Fueled by anger, Delilah lunged at Marco, her hand swinging toward his face in a heated slap. Her fingers were inches from his cheek when Marco, quick and composed, caught her wrist with ease. His grip was firm, pinning her hand down onto the seat between them. "You think you can just—" she began, her voice sharp with frustration, but Marco cut her off, his tone low and measured. "I’m doing this for my position," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. The words hung in the air between them, and Delilah’s mind raced. Her suspicion was right. He needed her, not just for whatever personal feelings he had but for the Capo position.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

A large man stepped down from the cabin, followed by several others. He looked like a rogue. His clothes were dark, his expression aggressive, and the men behind him looked just as rough. He glared at the guards. “What the fuck do you think I'm doing here?” The guard didn't move. “State your business.” The rogue scoffed. “I'm obviously here for the trade.” “The trade begins at eight.” “And?” The man's voice rose. “I'm here early so I can get enough of the serum I need. Is that a fucking crime?”

He promises Elias that he will only kneel before him, but he couldn’t keep his promise anymore. “I’m sorry.” He mouths at Elias as he kneels down and begs for Elias’ life. The two start laughing their asses off and hold their stomach because of happiness. “I couldn’t believe you are so sweet, Apollo. How could an alpha of Northcrest has so much weakness?” Andrius speaks. Then he orders someone, “Get him here.” Apollo and Rowan are confused. The long curtain falls off on the floor and reveals the unrecognizeable Rico. He sits on the chair, his hands and legs are tied. His mouth couldn’t speak. And his face is full of wounds, bloods imprinting his cheeks.

~ RIG ~ “Rig—” “Four years, Stephen! Four fucking years I thought you were dead! Four years I’ve cried about you and wished you were there and hated whoever took you from us and… this is really fucked!” “I know. I’m sorry. I mean it.”