Chapter 183
Magnus Hale
How can he carry such absurd strength?
Why did he choose me?
There are so many questions, but I have no intention of talking to
him to get answers.
A quick noise cuts through my line of thought: footsteps approaching
in a sprint. Instinct claims it’s Adrian, but the figure that appears
makes my breath catch for another reason.
“Darius?” It comes out of my mouth in a tone that mixes surprise and
suspicion.
The man stops before the bars, his gaze heavy with haste and worry.
“Boss, I came to see you. I have little time before that bastard comes
back.”
I approach the bars; the question comes automatically.
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“What happened?”
The answer arrives dry, without beating around the bush.
“That damn kid killed Rocco.
Incredulity cuts like a blade. Rocco had been one of my best–brute
force and calculated loyalty.
“How?” It comes out almost without a voice.
Darius stares at the floor for a second and then lets it out.
“He broke his neck. Twisted it in a way no one’s neck should twist.”
My blood boils; rage explodes through my entire body. I am truly
pissed off: he was one of my best soldiers, someone with iron loyalty
who always covered me and followed orders without hesitation.
Darius doesn’t hesitate. He moves closer to the bars and speaks fast.
“I have to go, boss. He ordered that no one approach you and warned
that anyone who wants to receive drugs will have to keep their
distance.”
The fury grows, a swift flame. Touching my merchandise is a direct
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affront; it’s fire in the market, it’s war. I lift my head, forcing my
breathing to settle. I can’t show weakness, not now.
“Is that son of a bitch messing with my goods?” I ask, my voice more
contained than I’d like.
Darius nods, hesitating to look too much at me.
“Everyone saw, boss. The scene in the hallway: they spread it through
the whole prison. They saw you being carried in that boy’s arms like、
you were a bride, and now everyone obeys him. What they saw was
the image of the Enforcer defeated, weak.”
Shame consumes me like acid, burning every part of me. My face
stings, my hands shake, and swallowing my pride is like suffocating
on glass shards. Darius notices and tries to soften the blow.
“Don’t carry this as a failure, boss. That kid is a monster; his strength
is beyond normal. If even Rocco fell, there’s no dishonor in you
having lost.”
A solitary laugh escapes me. That defeat still bugs me.
“I should have beaten him. I don’t accept this.”
Darius makes a gesture, as if weighing the options.
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“Boss, the best thing you can do is obey him.” The statement comes
direct and blunt.
I give a short, bitter laugh.
“Me obey that son of a bitch? Never.”
He sighs heavily.
“How are you going to recover if you don’t spare yourself a little?”
I shut my mouth; the rage throbs. As much as it revolts me to admit
it, he’s right.
“What if you pretend to win his trust?” Darius continues, his voice
low, like someone delivering a dangerous secret. “When he lowers his
guard, you finish him.”
I break into a wide smile.
“Very good, Darius. Excellent idea. I can set aside my pride for a while
if it means killing him in the end.”
Darius responds with a satisfied nod.
“Good, boss. I need to leave before he gets back.”
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And he adds in an almost alert tone.
“If they catch me here with you, they’ll fuck me up.”
agree with a gesture.
“Go.”
Watching him leave leaves a metallic taste in my mouth.
I go back to the bed and lie down; my body is heavy, but my mind
burns like live coals. Yes, I must make an effort. I will feign
submission, I will make him believe I can obey him, and I will accept
this obsession he claims to feel for me.
the r*pist is getting r*ped. The twist in this one I didn’t see coming.
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