AUTHOR'S POV [ADLER]He threw the gun to the passenger seat of the car and wiped his hands off on a white napkin before he climbed down.Slammed by the evening breeze carrying the scent of flowers and tropical trees, he gladly inhaled. It was a far cry from gun powders, oil, and decaying flesh.Another vehicle rolling into the compound, headlight flashing bright, caught his attention and had him turned to the gates. Recognizing Priest's car, Adler waited beside his.Priest seemed to have spotted him, and he stopped right at the center of the driveway before stepping down. Before long, a goon had gotten in and drove away.His consigliere began to make his way towards him, his steps light and thumb in his pocket, his crucifix gleamed against the security lights planted outside.Salvatore stopped when they were inches apart. He looked at Adler and nodded, "Who died this time?"Adler chuckled, "Should be asking you that, there's blood on your hands, Literally."Priest looked down at his

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

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

[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

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