All Chapters of Throne of Blood: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TOB 59 ROSE AMARA POVThe door opens, and I grit my teeth. The only people who would barge in like that are either one of the elite group or Uncle Raven. My options are narrowed down since my granduncle has an appointment with a doctor today.Sure enough, Hades saunters in, eyes flaming and face tightened in a permanent scowl. Of course. It was only a matter of time before he followed.Keith smiles at him. “Hades, long time no see.”“Keith.” Hades greets back, barely tipping his head in the Japanese's direction. He looks like a man on a mission and in no mood for small talk. Not that he ever is.Keith's smile remains as he stands up, buttons his jacket, and then shakes my hand. "I'll be in touch."“Looking forward to it.”His hand remains in mine for a second too long. “Before I go, may I give you a piece of advice?”“Yes, of course.”“History does repeat itself, so you might want to look closely at that.”And with that, Keith releases my hand and steps out of the office.When the do

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONEROSE AMARA'S POVEthan flips me, so I'm lying underneath him, and I squeal, clutching his shoulders. The sound slowly fades as he slides his fingers under my eyes, wiping away the tears.“Why are you crying when I was the one beaten up?”"You think I liked that? Do I enjoy seeing you like this? You asshole. Jerk—" My words are cut off when his lips capture mine with a raw hunger that steals my breath away.I taste the metal on his cut lip and attempt to push it away so I don't aggravate it, but Ethan thrusts his tongue between my teeth, swirling it with mine as if he's been starving for my taste.The pungent smell of lust and something more potent permeates the air as he robs me not only of my breath but also of my sanity. He smashes every brick I carefully placed around my heart to the ground and walks all over it. Each kiss, each touch feels like a declaration, a claim on my very soul.He nibbles down on my tongue, and the sharp sting of pain quickly heightens my a

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREEETHAN'S POVRose's concentration is unwavering as she meticulously cleans my face. Her fingers are gentle yet firm, and when she reaches the cuts near my eyes, she pauses. "It might hurt a little."“It’s nothing.”“Have you been hurt like this before?”“Of course. Being shot makes this look like a child’s game.”She strokes the pads of her fingers over the scar on my chest. “How did this happen?”“That was because of Godfather—Gotham.”“Was Gotham part of your group?”"He trained us. Godfather is one of The Underground’s first generation. They're called Team Zero, and all have weird names. My group is considered part of the second generation."She continues to carefully clean my wound. “What’s the difference between the first and the second generation?”“The first generation are now old men—and women. We’re younger and prettier, I guess?”She shakes her head. “Is that the only difference?”“Well, that and the fact that they were drugged. Their loyalty was ensured b

CHAPTER SIXTY – FIVEROSE AMARA POVA week later, when I wake up alone, a thousand dark thoughts flood my mind. My hands shake as I reach for my phone, each second feeling like an eternity. When I finally manage to grab it, the message waiting for me soothes my anxiety.Ethan: Morning, Princess. I'm off with Laye for business with the Italians. Don't forget to eat breakfast. Come home early so I can make up for not fvcking you first thing in the morning. P.S. Wear that red thing from the other time.I smile, imagining his exact tone as if he were speaking those words aloud. Ever since that night when he burst into my room, bloodied and bruised, and declared he was staying, it feels like I'm living in an alternate reality, one cloaked in fog. I know the mist will eventually lift, and he’ll realize staying is dangerous. But Ethan isn’t afRosed of danger. If anything, his life has made him addicted to it.Every night, after he makes me scream in ecstasy, he holds me close and answers my

CHAPTER SIXTY - SEVENROSE AMARA POVI curse inwardly, but I pause when Abe laughs, wrinkles forming around his eyes, then speaks in a subtle Japanese accent. “Always a black sheep, Pakstan.”"I will drink to that." He swallows another gulp of his vodka, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Now, spare us the suspense, and let us know why we're here."“Patience, young man.” Abe sits beside Pakstan, and the asshole doesn’t even attempt to give him room.Kai smiles at me in greeting before he kneels beside me in an upright posture that somehow appears reverent. He places a hand on my thigh. “Have you been well?”“Yes,” I murmur as I remove his hand. “And that question doesn’t need to be asked while you touch me, does it?”He chuckles softly. “I didn’t expect anything less from you.”After the food arrives, a mixture of soups, noodles, and an exquisite fish dish, Abe and Kai unhurriedly dig into their meals. Pharaoah and I join, mimicking their pace. Uncle River taught me how