15. The one sided war Rogue's POV Fuck cars. I took my private jet to Yakima with Yurii's Bentley full of ammo that same night to scratch the stupid bikers' itch. Yurii was filled with uncontainable joy when we met at the airport. He had always been waiting for this moment. To use his ammunition and to show he could kick asses better than handling them in my casinos. Have I shared it before that he is the one who keeps a check on the smooth conduction of businesses within my casinos all over Washington? Huge like hulk, Yurii has a tendency to make people pee in their pants just at his one glare. That being said, he is stationed at the casinos to deal with stupid fuckers even though his ultimate desire to work as an enforcer. "You can collect their broken limbs if you want to add to your collection." I spoke as I watched Yurii impatiently cleaning his blade and axe. With a click of his tongue he smirked at me, "I am looking forward to collecting different eyeballs. Blue. Black.
16. Murder plan Aaren's POV "How could you even think of betraying us, mother fucker!" The one towering over my head snarled and clipped my head down beneath his leather boot. He lifted it and slammed it into my face, filling my vision with white and black dots. He kicked me in the face so many times that the heat in my face set the back of my eyes on fire. I whimpered and begged him to stop, but he continued to beat my face until I winced and slipped partially into the realm of darkness. I would have completely passed out had he not stopped just moments before. I heard him dragging deep breaths as he growled and booted me one last time in the belly and announced, "Tie him to the pipe over there." I felt myself being carried away by my hair. They forced me to sit up and yanked my hands behind my back. Strapping them at my back with a belt on the other side of the pipe, they spit on my face. I was too numb from the pain in my face to contemplate anything they said. The only part
17. A blast Rogue's POV I turned to my left and quirked an eyebrow at Igor, 'So you were saying I'm not safe in the city!' I spoke, making sure I sounded cynical even on the link. He was enjoying the company of the bikers, who called themselves The Drifters. Not to mention that they welcomed us royally with loud hooting and some shots fired from their guns in the air. I was given a special treatment and called a king. The clubhouse's whores were plucked from the bed of whomever they were entertaining and presented to me. I refused them with a smile but relaxed myself and accepted the alcohol I was presented with. It was homemade, they said, but whatever it was it tasted good. Igor grinned sheepishly as he raised his glass of whiskey, 'The Drifters are different. Calling them clever would be fair. They know who to respect and keep distance from, and who to mess with. You fall in the former list.' 'But weren't you skeptical about me visiting them? All bikers are nasty. Didn't you
18. Who's that man? Kathrine's POV I was in the living room with Beverly and my guards, Claud and Hugo. We sat on the floor with pieces of puzzle strewn around us. It was brought by Claud to elevate our moods after what happened in the last twenty-four hours with us. "This piece will go here." Hugo said as he tried to fit in a piece. Beverly shook her head, "I think that piece will fit in here. Give it to me." He dropped it in her open palm and Beverly positioned it on the empty spot she claimed it could fit. We all gleamed as it fit perfectly in there. "Great," I observed our partially completed puzzle picture. "Check this piece over there, Kat." Claud said and pointed at a spot near my knee as I sat cross-legged on the floor. "Wow, it fitted in here." I squealed, my eyes shining with joy. "If we go with the same speed, we might finish it by evening today." "Only if you girls can sit over here with us that long." Hugo commented. To that Beverly replied, "Oh we can, and we w
19. Her Grave Rogue's POV I was filled with enrage to my very toes, my breathing coming out warm like a dragon's breath before it spits fire. It was hard to come to terms that the survivors of Venturi used the son of one of the Alphas who have vowed their loyalty to me with an Omertà. They wouldn't do it unless the guy was involved some or the other way with them. None of them was alive so I had no way to find out if this guy was one of the members of The Venturi. My first instinct was to take him to Seattle and throw him in the torture cellar until he rot there of starvation and daily punishment. My men would kiss the ground I walk on and be cheerful for as long as there is any ounce of life left in him that can be tortured. But then I assessed the wounds on his body. The burn marks were caused using a hot rod or another metal object. He was already so tortured that he could barely stand on his legs without quivering. Punishing a half-dead person is not as satisfying as punishing
20. Her eternal prisonKat's POVSo we're leaving. I mean to say, bailing out.It's one in the early morning and I'm with my family jammed in a truck. The winds smacked our faces wildly as we moved on full speed, going out of Yakima somewhere only my father knew. When we boarded the truck at ten in the night after having a quick supper to get away to avoid fatal consequences, I felt my vision overlapping with tears. I didn't think one day I would have to run away from my house like this. Thanks to my father. All the credits go to him. My father, the disgusting alpha, made a promise— that I believe he shouldn't have if he didn't have the balls to fulfill it— and he made it so truthfully that the mafia boss that both intimidated and intoxicated me with his presence and features was convinced that my father would follow through with it.He didn't look like the foolish types. My father did fool him though. And now we are all— by all I mean my loathsome mother, dickless father, dimwit br
21. Kat kidnapped Rogue's POVI was back to The Drifters' clubhouse, sitting in the middle of the sofa. A leg crossed on the other, my shirt out of the band of my formal pants. With my sleeves rolled up and back comfortably hovering over the not-so-comfortable couch, I took a sip of my whiskey. The sound of approaching steps caused my mouth to lift. Taking a deep gulp, I looked to my right at Sergey. His expressions told the news he had come here to deliver it before he voiced it out. "You were right, boss. Lincoln Raynott escaped with his family." I took another sip and turned my face to the right at Ajax. He was already looking at me when I turned to him. Giving him a small smirk I spoke, "I am bored, Castillo. Why don't you call your girls for some entertainment." He nodded and the girls were presented. All curvy and hot— but hardly dressed up. Their hair was open. A lot of cakey makeup with loud and bold eye-shadow. One came to sit in my lap. Fury seared through me as I witne
22. Little captiveRogue's POVI flew back to Seattle with my men right after sacking Lincoln Raynott's daughter— oops, correction— his payment that has been due for twenty-one years. Today was the day of settling his debts, which I am afraid won't be accomplished as I stole his payment from him.Cezar came to pick me up at the airport. But the moment his eyes fell on the sacked up unconscious girl thrown over my shoulder, a grim look marred his facial features."Boss," He bowed in respect and led me toward the car as he continued to send despiteful look at my shoulder.When we were in the car and driving towards my mansion, I shot up a convo with Cezar, "How has everything been in Seattle?""As usually under control.""Hmm. Any mishap noted in the casinos?""None that I know of."
65. Last Chapter My ears heated up and tingles erupted all over my skin. This couldn't be? I can't believe it... I licked my lips and eventually sank my teeth in my bottom lip to see whether this was a dream or reality. Blush of warmth whipped on my visage. This was fucking real. What I was seeing was fucking real. Rogue Cordiero, the feared mafia boss of Russia was in front of me. He was smiling teasingly with a velvet box in his right hand. He was holding flowers with the left along with some papers that I couldn't comprehend. He strutted towards me, his speed lazy. My toes curled in tension when he paused a hand's distance away from me. He lifted the flowers with a lopsided smirk that set my heart aflame. I took them hesitantly, the scent of the fragile flowers flaring in my nostrils. "You've been through shit and lived your life for others so far. I want you to live it for yourself now, Kathrine Raynott. I know, you're young and there are many dreams you had over the years wi
64. The beach Katherine's POV I came back to my room with a sour look on my face. Beverly was in my room when I entered and she saw the creases of disappointment on my forehead and the twisting of my lips. She got up from the bed and approached me, "What happened? You look... Angry." Her face was wary as if I was injured and she didn't know how to respond to it. I grasped her hands and guided her back to sit on the bed. "Relax, I'm fine." I offered a smile. "I actually... We did it." Rosy glow tinted my cheeks as Beverly's mouth formed an O. She squeezed my hands and for the first time in days she laughed out loud. "What? I want to know everything in detail." I held my chest and told her everything. Beverly had clutched my hand tightly all this while for some reason. "And he just walked out on me! I want a ring and a proper proposal, Bev." I whimpered like a child, causing her to chuckle. "But at least he made it memorable for you, Kat. Who knows he's got more in mind fo
63. Buy me a ring Rogue's POV I stared at Kathrine while she was sleeping soundly beside me in bed. The brightness was overpowering the dark, illuminating the world outside my window. Few rays filtered in through the curtains and filled my room. The dawn was here and yet there was no sign of sleep in my eyes. I had been up like this, changing my position desperately as I admired Kathrine in my bed. She was draped in the black satin sheet as she snored softly. I sided some tresses of hair from her face and put them behind her ear. She looked so cute and inviting. So like a little kitten. I couldn't believe that we've done it. I had been inside her! I took her virginity! I had her walls clenching around me! It still felt like a small clip of one of my many dreams. She had felt so good. So soft yet entrancing. I had to do it slowly... Something I've never done in my entire life! I liked it wild. I liked it rough and full of screams and tears. So much so that my women in the pa
62. Captivating first time I bit on my fisted fingers to keep my moans in. I hung in suspended fascination, sensing his rough and calloused fingers stroke my butt cheek over the panties. "Don't bite down your moans, Kitty. I want to hear you while I eat your pussy." His dirty words weakened my knees.Although I was not new to this... I mean I have experienced this in my dreams. The live version was causing a haywire in my system. I kept my eyes staring at the wall to my left as my cheek was pressed into the mattress.His fingers gripped my undies and yanked them. Heat curled down my spine and collected between my legs."Mmm, so wet." His voice permeated with my senses.A long finger rubbed my wet pussy as he caressed my scorching skin with another hand. I was on the precipice, hanging whilst clinging onto my dear life when it happened! He parted my legs and rammed his face in my ass.My body sizzled as his tongue dipped and traced my clit, rounding it several times before sucking on
61. In his bedKathrine's POV"Bev," I ran towards my friend who was standing near the dining table, helping Pamela.She hugged me back and beamed, "I was so scared when they told me you're here. I thought he kidnapped you.""Your thought isn't completely inaccurate, Bev." Her face tensed up as I took her to the table.Beverly asked me what happened and I narrated everything. She was stunned but ended up smiling. She was happy to know that Rogue was alive.... And we came back to the mansion. Well, she wasn't happy because she missed the luxury of this abode. What really made her spirits escalate was because I was genuinely smiling. Otherwise the last four days have been difficult for me. I did try to be happy and keep myself motivated. But deep down I felt incomplete as if a piece of me was away from me. When we sat down, Pamela set food on our plates. She was glowing redundantly as though this was happening after a while. "This feels so good. I am so happy to have come back again
60. Will he die? Kathrine's POVMy heart stopped beating as I saw his head fall back in my hold."Rogue?" I shook him but to no avail.My fingers were cold and stiff. I couldn't move an inch as I was surrounded by his blood. The firing and its overwhelming noise had scared me to such an extent that everything around me had blurred out.As the mist of terror cleared out and my surroundings became obvious again, I was stunned to my core."Rogue," He didn't respond and his heart beats echoed in my ears.They were slow and he hardly breathed. I looked around, looking for anyone who could help. I screamed to get the attention of anyone who might be passing by. Nothing worked.What should I do? He was heavy and there's no way I could carry him. Plus, the wound I etched on his chest was deep. I could see his rib if that was possible. I wonder why he didn't feel any pain.More blood was gushing out of his body. I had to do something. Knowing that Pamela would be inside the mansion, I tried t
59. Let goRogue's POVI put my shirt on, not caring about my bleeding chest or arm. I had to stop her from leaving. That's true I avoided her advances and her feelings... But I did it because that seemed like the best option. I live in a graveyard full of skeletons of the people I killed. Around the fences and outside the gate are the relatives, friends and accomplices of those people who are loyal to them. They want my head and I can be attacked any time. Whenever she approached me, in the back of my head I envisioned her wearing a black dress and crying beside my dead body in a coffin. She was young and full of life. She didn't need someone like me who could be dead at any time. However, now I wish to contradict my own thoughts. I desired her as much as a beggar desires a roof on his head during a rainstorm. I do have a crown on my head which is stained with blood, I can clean it and let it not compromise with my life. Not to forget that I have one of the biggest armies and amm
58. Excuses Kathrine's POVMy body shuddered from his sultry hold. I melted and tilted as his hands guided me to move.I should protest but I gave in to his kiss and participated with equal fervor. I cupped his jaw and sucked his lower lip as he nipped on my upper one. My bottom involuntarily ground in his lap as if I was born to do that. The truth was that I never liked the sound of grinding against a man's hard dick when it was being taught to me in my father's dictatorship. I would show my displeasure and storm back to my room. That often earned me punishments and that hardly bothered me. But as I moved against Rogue's bulge, I felt amazing. I felt relieved that I was in his arms again and being able to be this close with him.My hips rocked harder as I pressed my tits in his chest. I have done that many times in my dreams whenever he appeared. Knowing that it was happening in real life made my thighs convulse. I straddled his lap and took his mouth with savage intensity. Howev
57. Meeting him again Beverly stared at me with a confused look. But wasn't that the truth? He didn't come to stop me because he was done taking care of a child-woman. "Oh Kat," Cole rose from his chair and knelt down beside me. He took my hand and pressed it in his palm, "I'm sorry that you had to go through that. Life has been unfair to you." "That's okay." His touch was warm. I requested him to get up considering that people were watching us. I didn't want them to get the wrong idea that he was proposing to me. "You are really very strong, Kathrine. You endured so much since you were a child and you have a warm smile on your face as if it wasn't grave at all. Not everyone has this much perseverance. I salute you." "You're making me feel uncomfortable!" "You've got to be kidding me, Raynott!" He playfully eyed me. "You have no idea what you have tackled in your life. I would have been dead by now if I was to go through that." I cracked up. He pinched his throat and added, "