Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 26: A Woman of desires

Marcellous Di Capo POV

"Jesus..." my lips mumbles out, yet the admiration and astonishment still persist in the contour of my face.

There she stands before me splattered in blood, bruised with deep scars, including a burst to the head while her dress is all torn up, yet in the mists of her mess, she is still the most beautiful woman to ever walk on this earth to me.

My affection for her is killing me.

Possibly an hour ago, I was ready to tear apart the person who dare took her, and locked me in a damn hospital while she was out there alone. I was ready to bring down hell itself, to unleash wrath like they'd never seen, but here she stands.

Right in front of me, a woman who's fought her way out.

A woman who didn't need saving.

I knew she was capable of things most can't imagine, but this... this is something else. I've seen her fight and feel her strength, but I never thought she could walk out of a place like that on her own. And I know whoever took her had men, scores of them lined in and out of that building because no one would've been reckless enough to try something like this without expecting a war in return.

But now, a question gnaws at me.

Who is she, really?

One of my soldiers approaches, breathless. "Boss, bodies everywhere. Forty men, maybe more. And it wasn't just bullets..."

I look back at her, blood-drenched from head to toe, a severed head next to her feet, and I know she's more than I ever imagined.

Sabrina, who the fuck are you?

No one with just a military background could've done this. There are limits to what even the best soldiers can pull off. This level of skill is something else entirely. Only the mafia breeds people with talents this sharp, abilities honed to be leagues above the rest.

Who the hell are you? I know now that you're not who you claimed to be.

One way or another, I'll find out.

My gaze rakes over her once more.

Fucking Sabrina.

The sight leaves me in awe, suspicion thickening in my chest. But it's not just shock or admiration stirring within me; something darker, more primal, has awakened.

She looked fucking sexy.

"I said took you long enough." She states with a cold tone I've found myself to love so much.

Sabrina strides toward me, a slight hop in her step, ignoring the stares of my soldiers. My blood simmers. "If you idiots don't take your eyes off my woman, bodies will start dropping. Got it?" I send them a glare, and they quickly avert their gazes.

After what they witnessed today, she's put them all in their place.

My gaze locks onto her again, captivated. She's a force, a woman born of power, exuding it in every step. It's not just in what I know of her, it's woven into every inch of her being. She was made to radiate this.

When she reaches me, I murmur, "My soldiers are intimidated by you, Dea..." The scent of blood and gunpowder fills the air, and she lets out a soft giggle.

"Your soldiers... or you?" She whispers, her breath warm against my ear. I feel a shock of disbelief, but before I can respond, she moves to walk past me.

I catch her arm, pulling her close, trying to ignore the anger that pools through me at seeing her bleeding scars.

God, I've missed her.