HIS DAME

Chapter 53

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Dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)

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Nedvar did not stop or glance behind to see if the others were following. His steps firm, his broad shoulders squared, but the furrow on his forehead betrayed his thoughts. The conversation he just had replayed in his mind, tangling with the chaotic series of events that seemed like relentless roller-coaster ride. Each step to the car felt heavier as if the weight of this responsibility clung to his every muscle.

As they reached a far away from the shady-hunted mansion, where he had parked his car. He stopped abruptly, his eyes piercing grey eyes scanning the area. Hermione stood silently beside him, observing her husband's controlled yet formidable aura. Even in the midst of his own troubled thoughts, Nedvar kept caressing Hermione's back of the hand with thump— making Hermione feel lucky to have him by her side.

Hermione noticed the group of well-armed men in black stationed nearby, their presence a stark reminder of Nedvar's position and power.

Every man brought their right hand, clenched fist to chest and gave a firm nod— the Wyatt greeting.

"Capo. Signora Capo."  (Boss. Lady Boss). Their voices rang in unison, echoing in the cool night air.

Hermione gave a polite nod, her sharp blue gaze unwavering as she sized up each man. Her mind raced, piecing together the events of the night, while her exterior remained composed. Handling corporate battles had made her an expert in masking emotions.

"Get that SUV," he said. His tone was final, leaving no room for argument. He turned to one of the men "And bring my car and Queen's car back to mansion." Nedvar commanded as he gave an eye-direction towards the big vehicle. The front man ran to the SUV and couple of other went to the fetch Hermione and Nedvar's car.

Hermione turned behind her, to check on others— Vittoria strolled in, her posture nonchalant, but her eyes darted sharply, analysing every detail of the surroundings. Rocco trailed her with his usual stoic expression, his hand casually brushing against the concealed holster at his side. Sam walked silently with his arm protectively around Aurora, his gaze flickering to every shadow, every corner., a habit born from his past. Aurora, though pale, moved with quiet strength, her free hand clutching Sam's forearm as of grounding herself.

Leopoldo stormed in last, dragging a tiny, struggling woman. Her wrists were bounded, and her voice spat out curses in a dialect that only made him smirk.

Nedvar raised a hand, silencing the murmurs, "Everyone leaves in the SUV," his voice came cold and commanding cutting through the tension.

Nedvar turned on his heel and walked to the waiting SUV. A black beast of a vehicle stood ready, pulled out of its parking spot and now facing the direction they had come from.

"Rocco," Nedvar said, his tone brooking no delay. "Drive."

Rocco nodded, stepping forward without a word, his demeanor calm yet alert.

As Rocco approached the driver's door, the man inside quickly exited. Vittoria, who had been walking towards the back passenger door where Hermione headed, suddenly froze at Nedvar's next command.