SALVATORE.Dark shades weren't the greatest shielder of identity, so he had thrown on a fake mustache; sitting outdoors on a cafe chair, Salvatore dodged the urge to look at his side and catch his reflection on the glass window beside him.Three days ago, Adler had given him the shock of his life, delegating a vital job. Enough time to cement his stand that there was something more important the Boss didn't want to give out.More proof was that the following day, as he packed, Adler had thrown on a baseball cap and slipped into a car.Salvatore had seen it all as he oversaw the parking of his bags into the booth of his car, thought to follow after the Boss, but due to results from past occasions, he knew it was fruitless.Presently, he hitched the newspaper higher. Although he read nothing in it, it was all to keep his mind from the cold infiltrating his dark woolen coat.So, he would have preferred something other than an outdoor service. For god's sake, he knew how cold this place w
LILY'S POV."Seen Rune anywhere?" Kyra asked me from where I stood in front of the window, a beautiful sight of the aggressive beach water washing against its bank before me.But even with that, my eyes weren't on the waters. Instead, they stuck with someone sitting in front of it, knees up to her chest, staring into space as her toes dug into the sand.Eva held onto the purple vase that carried Mum's ashes. We still hadn't talked about how she left me out of decision-making involving Mum's body, and I was still mad about it; seeing her like this made my heart heavy.Poor Eva. Inside, she was still hurting."Lily?" Kyra called; it was the second time she was repeating herself. And unlike her, she didn't sound impatient.The beach house showed another side to her; although we weren't friends or acquaintances, I was happy to have the confidence that I was no longer on her wrong side.Because watching her pound against a punching bag like an animal, uhmm, her good side was the safest plac
KYRA.Her Enemy stepped out of his car, throwing the hoodie cap off his head, the new blonde baby hair coming into view.Kyra watched him from her motorcycle helmet in disgust as he veered around to whistle at a couple of girls waltzing out of the parking lot.Was there ever a time when Rune didn't think with his dick.But still, being in a BDSM club? What the hell was going on here? It never fit with him; was this one of his little secrets? One to which he had to hide from everyone else?She always said Rune loved pain, but she never meant it literally. She'd have suspected that getting on people's nerves got him off.The bouncers at the entrance nodded at him when he passed. They even exchanged some pleasantries. Surprisingly, he was no stranger there.Nice, she pulled off her helmet and placed it on her motorcycle, now to see what helpless sub had the misfortune of having such an annoying brute as her dom.One boot after another, she walked towards the entrance, but, as expected, s
She messed up pretty bad, really bad. For the first time, he was mad, standing in the center of the room, face reddened, and pupils full on her while she tried to dodge the discomfort it sent through her.Although released from the bondage, his left wrist still held the cuff, which dangled from his hands.Sometimes, he flexed his fist like he was ready for a spar, and this time, she was sure prepared to let him beat her the hell up.She looked at his face and tried again, "You need aftercare, Rune.""No shit Sherlock!" he sneered.She sighed, taking in his glare, letting him have the upper hand while she sat down like the petulant child who was told to sit in a corner and think of what she had done.Alright he was walking up to her; he wasn't so disgusted by her actions if he could stand being this close to her, right? She saw the palm in front of her face."Give me the fucking keys." "Oh," she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead, and immediately she began to fumble around for t
[SALVATORE}"Look for survivors!" the goons echoed his orders, but Salvatore knew that with the sight at the entrance, they would meet something more gruesome inside.But still, he watched the soldiers go their way, salvaging corpses to get to the living soldiers.Adler, in front of him, was squatting over a disemboweled corpse, back rigid and face to the sky.Didn't the stink disturb him to be so close? The gashed heads, slit throats, and the pungent smell of open bodies held the picture of a medieval killing spree._'I believe there is a devil....his name is Ruslan.'_Salvatore felt a shiver run up his spine; Sara had known. She knew what she was talking about.Wherever he stepped, he felt he was waddling in blood; it was everywhere, on the walls, the drums that served as a roadblock, all thanks to Adler thinking his new enemy would seek the backdoor out of Campania.As always, he was accurate, except this time, it came at a price, And it proved something; Ruslan had said he was uns
AUTHOR'S POV"You know what he is, yet you bring him close to you," Father Martin exhaled more out of boredom than exasperation. It wasn't that he hadn't heard this before. He listened to it so much the repetition could be akin to a broken record.Whenever the topic arose, his response remained consistent, effortlessly escaping his lips: "He's the type of person for whom Jesus sacrificed, Deacon Armando.""Martin, that boy is bad news." Armando's voice held disdain, disdain so firm it was almost contempt, "I would not have said anything if he were still fifteen, but now...""But now?" Father Martin raised a brow."Now he's old enough to make those choices, old enough to protect his virtues and even die on them," Martin said nothing, scribbling reports on a paper, out of touch with reality and a head filled with thoughts. Armando was right in his way, Depending on how he looked at it.Considering he wasn't here that day twelve years ago when the boy snuck into the church, sitting in
Anguish came in many forms; the hurt brewing was a constant reminder that its recipient could do nothing about it.Seeing Salvatore gazing at the altar with a rigid and removable frame, Adler understood his pain. That He had let a Don, whom he swore to protect, chase after him to the aircraft, then, when he was caught, roared aloud in an open space until he had no strength left in him that he just knelt on the ground with his face against the sand was the tip of how he felt inside.When he didn't move after a long time, Adler dragged him back into the car and then drove him to the manor, where they gathered information about the murder in the church.When Adler saw the image of the man on the screen, he quickly summarized him as the reason Salvatore was so adamant about his faith. So when his consigliere yanked the crucifix off his neck, Adler knew there would be a change.According to the news report, the severed head was discovered at the foot of the altar, and the lone stiff body
"Adler, Adler, something he'd typically do, don't you think?"But I was still lost in my thoughts and unsure of a good reply for him. There were a lot of contradictions in his words. His brother had saved my life countless times; to me, that was more than enough proof somebody wanted me.And that train of thoughts soothed me so much that his hostile words didn't hurt me anymore.Eva waved at us, the biggest smile ever on her flushed face. I sent her a reassuring grin."Well, I'm sorry," I began when I saw she started striding towards us. "If I had known how much of a rift my presence caused, I would have stayed away."When he spoke, I discovered he was staring at Eva, too. "I don't care. I just thought I recognized you from somewhere, and surprisingly, I do."Eva arrived, a shy smile on her lips as she walked up to him. Watching him lean down and plant a kiss on her lips while she blushed had my stomach grumbling."You look astounding," he let his eyes lick over her, adoration in the