Lahat ng Kabanata ng Devoured By His Enemy Eyes: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

JEREMY'S POV I stalk into the north wing of the mansion and note how empty it is given the amount of soldiers has doubled in the last hour. and I need a way out of here. I need more gun power. And I need to get out of this fucking onesie. I curse as I rip the stupid thing from my body and leave the empty gun on the floor as I peruse the rooms on each side of the hallway. You made a stupid decision Kila, my head taunts. Coming back to this death trap without asking for a proper identification. What if the maid's dead? Or the guards took her? You didn't even ask for the room number or the girl's description? Fuck. What if Josephine sent me on a wild goose chase because she still hates me and wants me dead? What if she’s hoping the guards would catch me in my search for her non-existent maid and make her a widow? At least then she can go back to the States free from everything that has to do with Mafia life. Focus Kila. I open the third door on the right side and my lips tilt upwa

JEREMY'S POV I can't believe she came back. And now her leg is broken. Why the fuck would she come back? To kill me herself? because if that is then she's doing a pretty amazing job. I grunt as I carry the sleeping girl towards the poppy fields and I turn back to see the limping silhouette of Josephine as she hollers after me. Why the hell is she shouting? Doesn't she know we aren't in the clear yet? I swear she's trying to kill me. I shift away from the path, lay the sleeping girl on the cushion of the poppies, crouch down next to her, and wait. As Josephine comes barreling forward I jump in front of her. A shriek tears from her lip as she flails backward in surprise and I grab her arm and tug her to my chest. There's a blessed silence as she rests against me for one, two, three… and she goes ballistic. “What the hell did you do that for?!” She yells as she punches the same chest she'd just been resting on. The same chest that's riddled with a bullet wound. She's trying to

JOJO'S POV The next twenty-four hours flew faster than the speed of light making my head swirl from all the activity. I flew a chopper and crash-landed on an Italian hospital's air space. Jeremy flatlined twice in the hospital during his surgery. Maxim Vongov flew an unconscious Jeremy to Moscow without clearance from the hospital staff. “Jo!” Mallory and Kendrick are screaming and running in my direction as we get down from the car and I throw my arms wide but Sherilyn steps in front of me. “Be careful, she's injured.” “It's been awful these past weeks without you.” Kendrick coos as we engage in a family hug. “I'm surprised you two haven't killed each other.” “Finding you was more important,” Mallory says in a dry voice. I sigh happily and something shifts behind me. “There's someone I want you guys to meet.” “You got a stress puppy?” Kenny's eyes light up in excitement and I give her a weird look. “This is Katrina and she's a friend from Italy.” Katrina steps from behind

JOJO'S POV I storm up the stairs and into Jeremy's room, coming to a shocked standstill when I see Claire on top of Jeremy, straddling him and trying to suck his face off with her mouth. White hot rage blankets my common sense and I'm dragging Claire out of the room by her fake extensions before my brain can comprehend what's going on. She screams like a banshee and rakes her fingernails over hands but my grip tightens on her hair, dragging her harder than before. I reach the edge of the stairs and prop her against the wall, releasing my grip on her hair and I grip her chin and jerk her face up so she can see her attacker. Her eyes go wide as recognition swallows her shock. “Hello Claire, did you miss me?” My lips stretch out to reveal my teeth and she shudders. “Wait waaait!!” She cries as I give her a hard smack that bounces her head against the wall like a ricochet. “Why aren't you answering, Claire? Don't you want to have that talk anymore? Another smack. Another Ricochet. M

JEREMY'S POV Once there was a boy, the nurses hovered over his stretcher as he was wheeled into the special hospital by the police and they pointed at him and whispered things from afar like he carried a contagion. They were scared of him. “You heard about his case too, right…” The voices buzzed around him. “Do you think he's alright?” One of them, a female asked with worried lips. “The police think he killed them.” Another responded. “All of them?” “That's what they're saying.” The voices whispered in hushed tones but the boy wasn't deaf. He could hear them and he heard them, loud and clear. Now, there was a horde of doctors and nurses peering down at the boy and he wanted to gouge their eyes out but his hands were restrained. His eyes snapped to the left, then the right and he realized his arms were bound by leather straps. He struggled against the bonds but they didn't let up. He tried to slide his hands out using his blood as a lubricant but it wasn't enough so he began