The Lord's Caliber Novels & Stories

Chapter 60 Angie I won't say anything but I was roughly banged. "You're so fuckin sweet." Leo commented, as his hands smashed hardly on my butt cheeks. ***** 19th of may, 2006 It was exactly one month, with no signs of Lord Damien ,either Robert. The cartel was getting uproar everyday with uncontrollable shed of blood. The killer we aren't sure of but each one of us are pretty certain that it only person doing that. The motive behind his actions must have been wiped his opponent which he might have seen as a threat.

“Fuck. I brought his daughter back didn't I. He should be grateful but instead he wants to ruin me. Well, two can play that game.” “Boss, sincerely I don't think we have what it takes to even touch Matteo. He is the drug lord of the east city. We are courting death by retaliating in the state we are now.” “Cazzo.” I cleared my throat. That conversation looked like it would take long and Quinn has gotten impatient. Leonardo looked our way. He dismissed his caller and dropped the phone. He smiled at me. I could see the difficulty in moving his lips. He was still, his back must be broken too.

That I was a placeholder for a girl who'd taken a bullet for him? I dressed in red. Let them stare. Let them whisper. The Velasco compound was a restored nineteenth-century mansion in the old Italian quarter. Crystal chandeliers, dark wood paneling, armed men at every entrance. It should have been intimidating. Instead it just felt like a larger version of my father's house. Same politics. Same poison. Dante kept me close through dinner, his hand resting on my thigh under the table. The capos watched me with open curiosity. The consigliere—a thin, silver-haired man named Russo—watched me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

But Dimitri didn't take cover. Dimitri advanced. Walked straight into the Calabrian positions, gun in one hand, knife appearing in the other, and started killing. Shot a man in the throat. Stabbed another in the kidney. Grabbed a third and used him as a human shield while shooting two more behind him. It was brutal. Savage. Beautiful in the way apex predators are beautiful when they hunt. This was why they called him the Devil. The firefight lasted maybe three minutes. When it ended, all fifteen Calabrians were dead.

Charles backs into the foyer to accommodate us, and I ask him, "Can we talk alone?" Charle's eyes shift to Vanda before returning to me. "Yes—we can." "I'll find Elizabeth," Vanda tells me, and then he's gone again, leaving Charles and I alone in the foyer. My tight shoulders loosen. "I—I need to know if he's okay," I say to Charle. "He really killed all forty of Walter's men?" "He did." "Why?" "Because Walter is his next target," Charles says simply. "So this is about the Elders' Blood title?"