Novelas y relatos de Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For

"How about we make a deal? I could very easily skip town to dine elsewhere but I rather like it here in Chicago. This town is so full of fun and exciting things to do, so many corrupt souls to claim. But I dare not spend too much time outside my lair now. Scanning the minds of men until I find a corrupt soul for my exquisite tastes can be very time consuming. You, being an officer of the law, should be able to bring me plenty of bad guys for my needs." "And if I refuse?" Zafira pouted her lips. "Then I will have to skip town, and that would make me very sad." That doesn't sound too bad. Better than being an accessory to murder. "On the other hand," Zafira said, staring into Cole's eyes, "if

Killian asked. Damien let out a dark chuckle, settling into the leather interior as Killian slid in beside him. "Pathetic men never learn how to let go of things they could never conquer, Killian.." Damien replied as the door clicked shut, the chauffeur got in, as the engine purred to life and the car drove off. ~♠︎~ A short while later... "This is everything I managed to pull out of his servers.." Sin said dropping a thick black dossicer onto the desk.

she stutters. I turn away, rushing toward the elevator. The moment it gets to the ground floor, I rush outside to find someone sitting in a car. “Shit!” he groans, reaching for a gun, but I pull the trigger first. I shoot him in the arm, and his gun falls onto the car floor. Then I aim for his head and finish the job. He slumps onto the car console, and I stand there, chest heaving and hands shaking. I rush back into my office and snatch up my phone, ignoring Harper and Chloe both shaking in the corner. “Hello, Jane. Send your men over to my office. I killed Gonzalez Jr. and his cohort.”

Golden lamplight spilled through the crack. And there they were. Adrian. My Adrian. Naked. Moving inside the last person I ever thought I’d see him with. “Aria.” His voice was a groan, rough and desperate. My twin sister tilted her head back, her glossy black hair spilling across my pillow, her body arched like she was born for sin. Her laugh—my laugh, only sharper, meaner—filled the room as Adrian drove into her. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. All I could do was watch, my whole world tilting until I didn’t know which way was up anymore.

A lone tear escaped, maybe I wasn't so alone after all. "Okay," I said quietly. "Okay Nat." "This number. Is it safe?." She asked skeptically "Safe enough." I answered truthfully. I still didn't know how much Ate Rosa would cover for me. "I'll call when I have something." Her voice dropped to almost nothing. "Selina. Be careful in that house." "I'm always careful." "A man like Damien Torres is worse than even Glinda. Just don't forget why you're there." I looked down at my hand. At the faint red line still fading on my wrist. At the trash can across the room where Chase's necklace lay.

“Coming back, Tesoro.” “What do you want, Damien?” “I’m in trouble……and my girlfriend is also in danger. There’s no legal way to get rid of this problem, and that’s where you come in.” “Oh, that thing about killing those two sorry fucks?” He chuckles before typing away at what I’d assume is his computer. “That’s a mistake I would never make. How could you shoot two people without checking to be sure there was no way you’d have to clean your own ass later?”

Reluctantly, he looked sideways. Parked in the visitor’s circle was a sleek, silver luxury sedan. He knew that car, it's Noah’s mother’s car. His stomach twisted. What now? He forced his breathing to steady, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and composed his features into something neutral before walking over. As he approached, the driver’s side window slid down with a soft hum. Sarah Grayson sat behind the wheel, an elegant woman in her early forties, her dark sunglasses reflecting his tired face back at him. She adjusted them slightly.

Protecting her babies while the other resumed firing at the men. Damien thundered into the room his ocean blue eyes blazing with revenge and anger. His face had a grim expression which sends chills down her spine. She barely managed to put herself together. Two men in black were terminated before they could even react. Damien moved with precision his hits meant to eliminate. His hand gripped the hilt of his blade tight while the other holding a gun shooting mercilessly. “Cinthye!” His hand reached for her, shielding her behind his body as the last two opponents attempted another attack. A brutal elbow strike with a fast transition to a gunshot neutralized the men. Everything fell except for

She removed her wedding ring from her finger and threw it at Orion without a word. She silently passed by him to get her shoulder bag, which she had placed by the door. “Evadne,” Orion called after her, but she just pushed him away. As she opened the door, she caught Camila crouched on the cement floor to cover herself. Evadne didn’t even feel a hint of pity for her. “I believe in karma,” she said with a blank stare. “It will hit you hard,” she added, turning to look at Orion, who took a step back as he was about to leave the door. “Just wait for your karma, Orion,” she said coldly before leaving the place.

“If they lose their hope, they lose their will to fight. Put an end to the bitch before it’s too late.” “Do we even know if she can be killed?” The spy asked uncertainly, “if she’s truly the go–” “Everyone and everything can be killed, one way or another.” Damon snapped. “Sinclair isn’t there to protect her and from the sounds of it, she’s running around the refugee camp without a care in the world, so just get it done.” “I didn’t sign up to assassinate anyone.” The man countered. “This was just supposed to be information gathering.”