Sed De Venganza Capitulo 67 Novels & Stories

Chapter 64: Syndicate Revenge VIKTOR’S POV I stood in the center of the room, my boots planted on cracked concrete, my phone clutched in my hand, the screen still glowing with Lucian’s message—a grainy photo of Rico and Alvarez’s severed heads impaled on rebar, their lifeless eyes staring into oblivion. Below it, his words burned into my skull: Touch my butterfly again, and your head’s next.

Eros's eyes blazed with a newfound sense of purpose, his voice resonating with a dark determination. "I will, Devin. I swear upon your vanishing soul that I will uncover the truth and avenge your defeat," Eros vowed, his words dripping with malice. "Zeke Forenbach will pay for his insolence." He paused and continued. "Devin... I can't believe you're gone. But tell me, what do you want me to do now?" Eros implored, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "How can I seek vengeance for your defeat?" Devin's spectral form flickered, his voice carrying a malicious undercurrent as he spoke from the void.

I need to make sure she's okay. "You did well, Mama," I murmur into her ear, feeling tremors wrack her body. "It's over," she whispers, her voice fragile yet resolute. "Yes it is," I assure her, holding her tighter. Glancing at my stepmother's lifeless form, I feel nothing but satisfaction. The bitch who tried to dismantle my empire and kill me will never hurt my wife or anyone in my clan ever again. Celeste's manipulations, her twisted plans, all of it ends here. Los Hijos de la Venganza (The Sons of Revenge) are no more now that she's gone.

It must have taken a long time to pull everything. On the back of his mind, he thanked he did not brought Maridelle with them. “I remember the two of you. You hurt my twin and abducted my luna. I’ll take my revenge.” His voice is shroudded in anger. Everything is flashed on his memory. He won’t miss the chance. The revenge is his. “We will see,” Viller challenged them. “Two are down. Two more to go.” Viller has captured Beta Mellow and Sebastian awhile ago. He got his hands itchy of ending them in an instant; however, they are part of the bigger plan and Hodor will kill him if he will mess everything.

No words could describe how much I was grieving. My dad kneeled down and cried like a river. My brother silently sobbed and punched the floor. Everyone was quiet, and sobs just filled the whole place. Until my father changed into his wolf form and howled a cry in the air. It was followed by my brother; the remaining men and women survivors changed into their wolf forms and howled crying. Hours passed, and I was still crying. I wanted to breathe fresh air but knew that as long as my brother was awake, he wouldn't let me. On the other hand, my father is being treated right now for all of his bruises. His body was filled with scratches and blood.

She glared at Autumn and asked, "How can you help this stupid guy kidnap Zach, Autumn? I'm disappointed in you." She shoved Autumn to the floor, then snatched the baton and walked toward me maliciously. We were at the VIP ward on the fourth floor. Doctors and nurses rarely came by. Every strike she brought down on my legs sent waves of pain tearing through me. "You'll lose a leg today. That's the only way to make up for what Zach has suffered," she said. I was pinned down and helpless. Just when I was about to lose hope, hurried footsteps pounded down the hall. Then, my sister's furious voice split the air. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.

The crack of plastic echoed like a gunshot. “No more secrets,” he growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Not from you. Not anymore.” But secrets were the only currency in their world. The next morning, Elena found herself alone in the villa’s sunlit courtyard while Sandro met with local capos to address the ambush. The Sicilian air felt heavier today, thick with the scent of lemon blossoms and unspoken threats. She wandered the gardens, mind reeling from the DNA revelation and the documents she had hidden. Every step felt like walking on shattered glass.

My eyes clashed with his deep black ones that seemed to be calling me in and just like before, my heart thrummed again, just as I watched him change into his other form before growling out “MATE!” Tears brewed in my eyes at the realization that he was my second chance mate and accepting him meant I now had the full power to exert my revenge on Francis since he was like a mere fly compared to Nicholas. With this in mind, I moved closer to Nicholas. Without wasting time, he grabbed my neck and dug his fangs into it, officially marking me.

She had tried pinching herself to see if she was dreaming, but the pain that stuffed through her body made her aware of her reality. "He slapped me, me?" She chuckled while thrusting her undex finger on her chest. "He doesn't know with whom he is picking a fight. I will one day bring him to his knees," she said, nodding her head in agreement, agreeing to what she was already planning in her head. "I told you, didn't I?" Sabrina reminded her, "Instead of planning your revenge, you better help me think of a way that will take us out of here. This man spared us, but if we encounter another, we will be killed for sure."

He understood. “June, don’t...” Dante whispered. The golden star in the statue’s hand glowed red. A computer voice echoed out: “Incorrect password. Self-destruction initiated. Thirty seconds.” Victor’s face twisted from triumph to terror. He aimed his gun at June, hands shaking. “You lied! That’s not the code!” “I gave you the bread recipe,” June said, voice steady as stone. “But I never told you the secret ingredient. You forgot the salt, Victor.”