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."