BOOK 2
Trapped within the iron grip of the notorious Morroto family, Veronica Garcia's fate hangs precariously in the balance. Days bleed into nights in the suffocating darkness of her prison, where despair threatens to consume her spirit. Each pass...
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WITH DETERMINATION ON my mind, I pack my things in the armoury room, my chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath. Panic and urgency drive my movements as I gather weapons and gear, each item a tool for the vengeance I seek. The clatter of equipment echoes in the room, a sharp contrast to the storm raging within me.
I received a call about an hour ago from Miguel, informing me that Kai had been taken by the Morrotos. Veronica and Miguel left shortly afterward to meet up with Roman and Felix upon their return from Russia.
The news of Kai's abduction fuels my determination even further, intensifying the urgency of my preparations.
I've grown up with Kai. Born into this mafia life, he became a part of it when he was just seven. I, Gianna Hale, refuse to stand down or cower away from the so-called "most dangerous." Kai is more than just my best friend; he's family. And I'll do whatever it takes to ensure he stays safe and that justice is served.
Feeling a presence behind me, I discreetly pick up one of the pocket knives attached to the weaponry wall. With practised precision, I swiftly turn around and throw the knife. It pierces the wooden doorway with a satisfying thud, embedding itself deeply into the surface.
Nico, standing in the doorway, stares at the knife beside his head and nods approvingly. "Nice reflexes, Querido," he says with a smile as he stalks towards me.
(Darling)
I roll my eyes, my mood darkened by Kai's kidnapping. "Next time, it won't be wood I'm piercing," I grit out, my words sharp with determination. Turning back to the armoury wall, I hastily stuff weapons and gear into my jacket and backpack, preparing myself for what lies ahead.
Behind me, a sinister chuckle echoes through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I feel Nico's large hands firmly gripping my upper thighs, his presence looming close as he presses his forehead against my shoulder. His hands move with a gentle yet possessive touch, smoothly caressing down the length of my legs, their warmth comforting in the dimly lit room.
I zip up my bag and leave it resting on the counter, the smooth metal cool against my fingertips. As I do, Nico's warm breath brushes against the back of my neck, sending a wave of relaxation and pleasure through me. With a sigh, I close my eyes, fully immersing myself in the serene moment, allowing myself to savour every sensation and fleeting second.
Suddenly, my enjoyment is abruptly interrupted as Nico withdraws his head from my shoulder. His hands, which had been so comforting just moments ago, now start to slide up towards my waist with a deliberate slowness. "Going somewhere, querido?" he whispers, his voice laced with a suggestive tone that sends a chill down my spine.
(Darling)
"I'm meeting up with the team to find Kai," I explain, my voice steady and calm. Despite the interruption, a sense of peace settles over me as I share my plans with Nico.
