“That’s the place?” “Yes.” “Are you certain?” Gael’s jaw twitched, but he nodded again, reluctantly. I exhaled a breath of relief. “Well then, Luigi, you’re off duty. Julian, you stay with Gael, and the rest will come with me.” “Why do I have to stay here,” Gael snapped, “while you guys get all t
BELLA Whoever said romance and disaster never mix had never really experienced both on the same day. One time I was with Adonis, wrapped in his scent. The next, I was in a hellhole, being tortured. “You do realise he’ll kill you, right?” I spat as the others walked out, leaving the scarred man, th
“That I do.” He pressed the knife on my collarbone and dragged it, leaving a trail of burning sensation along the path. I winced. “But he said nothing ‘bout not inflicting pain. It’s more fun to torture than to kill, yeah?” I bit my lower lip as he placed my blade on my cheeks and put pressure on t
I couldn’t look into her eyes. Not because I felt guilty, but because I was too caught up in noticing the cut on her collarbone and her cheek. There was a minor cut at the corner of her lips as well, and a prominent handprint marked her cheeks red. My jaws twitched. That fucking dipshit had hit her
BELLA The heat in Adonis’s eyes was true rage, a type of fire not even violence and gore could extinguish. That man’s scream didn’t scare me and not even Adonis did as I reminded myself what was happening here and who these people were. Adonis didn’t have a selfish reason for carving that man’s to
My chest constricted. How could she do it to another woman? Did she have no humanity at all? “Why did she do it? What did she get from it?” “Leona Sarkis was a shark, hungry for power. God, I really wish I’d killed her since Adonis couldn’t do it.” Leona Sarkis. Another name we could dig on. “Wher
“Please, tell me you haven’t informed Val,” I whispered, rubbing his back. He snorted and pulled back. “No. I didn’t think I needed to. Adonis was enough. He was genuinely worried for you.” “I know.” “We have some things we need to discuss when we get home.” I nodded and looked past him to Ros.
“What do you think?” she said with a straight face. “It’s not like I enjoyed it.” “Of course, you didn’t. No one enjoys torture.” She tilted her head to the side, revealing her bare neck to me. It took all my strength to not press a kiss. My mind rewound the little time we had in the kitchen, and