Chapter 17&18
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And then the devil stepped in.
Black shining clothes. Devastating. Attractive. Terrifying. No horns. Yet nothing about him seemed human.
Killian Sinclair.
His gaze was a frozen river in winter — beautiful, deadly, merciless.
A smile broke across Rosalia’s face.
She didn’t run to him.
Not yet.
His eyes swept across the room, calculating, detached — until they landed on her.
They did not soften.
He dismissed her with a single cold look.
Her smile shattered.
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“H… how?” the leader stammered, recognition dawning.
Killian didn’t answer.
His mind flickered briefly—
✦ FLASHBACK ✦
“And I will break your legs,” he had told her calmly.
She ran.
He let her.
From his drawer, he retrieved a tracker.
And followed her out.
She turned back suddenly when she saw Kruz approaching and threw herself against Killian’s chest.
Her arms wrapped around him.
His hand slid to the back of her neck.
A soft press.
A silent click.
The tracker melted seamlessly against her skin — invisible.
Kruz arrived, eyebrow raised.
“Why are you here?” Killian had asked, irritation sharp in his tone.
✦ END FLASHBACK ✦
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Back to the present.
Killian calmly pulled a gun from his jacket.
Then tossed it.
It clattered across the floor toward the goons.
They flinched.
“Pick it up,” he said quietly.
“Shoot your partners. The last one alive…”
A pause.
“I’ll kill him myself.”
His voice was smooth. Final.
No one moved.
“Start.”
Chaos exploded.
The first shot rang out.
Then another.
Gunshots rang out. Betrayal in its purest form.
Men turned on each other.
Gunfire echoed in a sick rhythm as survival devoured loyalty.
One by one, they fell.
Until only one remained.
At the far end.
Trembling.
Urine pooled beneath him.
Rosalia clamped her hands over her ears, eyes squeezed shut, body shaking on the edge of collapse.
Killian didn’t look at her.
His gaze stayed locked on the last man.
“Who sent you?” he asked softly.
“I—I don’t know her!” the man sobbed, scrambling back.
“Her?” Killian repeated.
“A woman… she said ‘he doesn’t want her.’ Told us to kill her after we had our fun.”
The air shifted.
Something dark moved behind Killian’s eyes.
The temperature in the room dropped.
“Pick the gun.”
The man recoiled like the words hit him physically.
“Aren’t you the leader?” Killian asked calmly.
A slow, twisted idea sparked behind the man’s eyes.
He lunged.
Grabbed the gun.
Raised it.
And froze.
Too slow.
Killian was already aiming.
Two shots.
Kneecaps.
One more.
Shoulder.
Another.
The other shoulder.
The scream that followed was animalistic.
Killian walked past him like he didn’t exist.
Rosalia had collapsed.
Unconscious.
He lifted her effortlessly, throwing her over his shoulder.
At the doorway, he glanced back.
A faint smirk.
“I’ll send someone for your body.”
Then he left.
The man could only cry.
Unable to move.
Unable to die.
⋆⋆SHADOW CLAN⋆⋆
Don Viktor exhaled smoke slowly, Rosalia’s face burned into his mind.
His devils knelt before him — bloodied.
All except Zero.
“I’m sorry, boss,” Hellcat whispered.
Viktor’s eyes snapped open.
“How dare you interrupt my thoughts.”
The gunshot came without warning.
She screamed as she hit the floor.
The others bowed lower.
Except Zero.
"Guards".
Five men rushed in.
“Cold room. No food. No water. Train them until they break.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hellcat was brutally dragged away by her shot hand, screaming.
The rest followed silently.
Zero stood.
“Not you,” Viktor said.
He turned.
“I have something for you.”
A pause.
“You’re bringing the girl to me.”
Zero didn’t react.
He already knew.
“Not now,” Viktor added.
Zero paused.
“Soon.”
A grin stretched across Viktor’s face.
Cold. Hungry.
Zero only stared.
Empty.
⋆⋆NIGHT OWL⋆⋆
Don Roberto leaned back in his chair, scar cutting down his face like a permanent warning.
Storm sat across from him.
“Are we really trusting Shadow Clan?” Storm asked.
A long pause.
“No.”
His voice was deep. Certain.
“They’re weak and stupid. We use them.”
Storm grinned.
“You’re unpredictable, boss.”
“But their second… Zero. He’s dangerous.”
Roberto’s eyes darkened.
“He is. Which is why I’ll take him.”
Storm stiffened slightly.
“And the girl?” he asked.
“I showed him her picture,” Roberto said calmly.
“He’ll get desperate. He’ll try to take her.”
A slow smile.
“And we let him.”
Storm leaned forward.
“Then we take her from him,” Roberto finished.
“On the road. Before he reaches safety.”
Storm burst into laughter.
“You’re brilliant, boss.”
Roberto exhaled smoke, arrogance radiating off him.
⋆⋆ DARK THRONE ⋆⋆
⋆NEXT DAY⋆
ROSALIA'S ROOM
The first thing she noticed when she woke up…
Was that she wasn’t in his inner manor.
Her heart dropped.
She got off the bed quickly.
Fresh clothes. Clean skin.
Someone had bathed her.
She ignored it.
And walked out.
The empire was too quiet.
Wrong.
She followed the familiar path to his inner manor.
The gates opened without question.
The marble stairs felt heavier than usual.
Then she reached his door.
A sound.
Low. Intimate. Wrong.
Her fingers trembled as she pushed it open.
At first, confusion.
Then devastation.
A woman on his bed.
Killian behind her.
Ramming into her while she moaned loudly.
Her eyes are blindfolded.
Killian looked up.
Their eyes met.
Dark ones meeting teary ones.
And he didn’t stop.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t care.
He held her gaze as he moved— cold, deliberate — like he wanted her to see.
To understand.
To feel it.
Her chest caved in.
Punishing.
Cruel.
Rosalia couldn’t breathe.
He pulled the woman upright, fingers tangled in her hair.
His gaze never left Rosalia’s.
It wasn’t lust.
It was control.
Possession.
A message.
Rosalia stepped back as if struck.
Her chest felt hollow.
He dragged the lady by her hair and she willingly kneel down facing him.
His cøck went into her mouth and he released inside her with a loud groan but she didn't stop there.
She immediately started sucking him and his grip tighten on her hair with his dark eyes still on Rosalia who seems parallelized.
He started f*****g her mouth.
She expertly sucked him until he come inside her mouth.
Again.
And she moaned loudly.
The blindfold still on her face and her mouth filled with him, a c*m rolling down the side of her lips.
The woman turned slightly—
And Rosalia recognized her.
Viper.
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