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Chapter 246
Magnus Hale
I leave the cell with the tray, smiling and shaking my head. I’m
walking down the corridor toward the cafeteria when, suddenly,
someone pulls me violently into the bathroom and throws me to the
floor; the impact forces a groan out of me. I lift my face, ready to rip
the son of a bitch’s throat out, and I find Navarro surrounded by his
gang.
“Hello, executioner.” His voice is like a blade. “Looks like you’ve been
having fun with that monster.”
A growl escapes my throat. I push myself up carefully, feeling my
blood boil.
“Don’t call him that, you piece of shit,” my response is short and hard.
“I’m the only one who has that right.”
I let out a humorless laugh, staring down the five men accompanying
him.
“Still weak as ever. You need your little bitches to face me.”
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He lets out a hoarse sound; the provocation hits home. Suddenly, a
malicious smile spreads across his face.
“I just want to break your face. My friends do, too. I’m just giving
them a hand.”
I drop into a fighting stance, fists clenched, body ready to react.
“Then bring it on, you son of a bitch.”
But before I can even realize it, they lunge–all five at once.
Two grab me by the waist, another pins my neck, and the remaining
two grip my arms with force. The hold is suffocating, their fingers
digging into my skin; their hot breath burns behind me.
Navarro approaches slowly, wearing that sneer that makes me want to
rip his face off.
The first blow comes fast–a direct punch to the eye. My vision blurs.
Another hits my stomach; the air leaves me in a hoarse groan. I try to
break free, but the bastards hold me like iron shackles.
Navarro attacks again, fist against face. Rage grows, throbbing, and
when he raises his arm once more, I thrust my head forward and
catch his nose with a dry, satisfying headbutt. The sound of the
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impact echoes; he groans in pain, staggers back a step, but
recomposes himself with hate in his eyes.
“You son of a bitch!” he screams, spitting.
I drive my knee into his abdomen, making him grit his teeth, but the
movement unbalances me and I fall. The others don’t waste time;
they all descend at once.
Kicks. Punches. Pain. I try to protect my face and torso, but it’s
useless. Every blow is like thunder striking my ribs, my head, and my
chest. The taste of blood invades my mouth–hot, metallic,
nauseating.
Navarro reaches down, grabs the collar of my uniform, and jerks me
up, tearing the fabric. His face is distorted, his eyes bloodshot with
pure hate.
“This is what you deserve, you bastard!” he screams, spitting saliva.
“For everything you put me through!”
His fist hits my cheek, then my nose, then my mouth. My vision
begins to fail. Everything becomes blurry and distant.
He lets go, and my body drops; my head hits the floor hard. Another kick rips through my chest; the air vanishes again. Coughing hurts;
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breathing burns.
Blood trickles over my lips; the bitter taste is the only thing keeping
me conscious. I try to get up one last time, but another kick hits me.
The world spins.
Pain dominates everything: my body, my mind, and my soul.
I open my eyes, the blood streaming down and blurring my vision. I
let out a hoarse laugh that immediately turns into a groan of pain.
“What are you laughing at, you piece of shit?” He screams, gripping
my collar even tighter, hate dripping from his voice.
I smile anyway, indifferent to my condition.
“Y–You’re fucked… You think Adrian is just going to stand by? I–I feel
sorry for you.” My speech is broken; the retort takes effect and makes
him roar with rage.
A punch hits my face, then another, and another; the sequence is a
rhythmic blur that makes my head spin. I try to react, but my body no
longer obeys; every impact erases pieces of my consciousness.
Before the world collapses completely, one last blow hits me, and the
darkness arrives softly, stealing the sound, the scent, and the pain.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
