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73: Nathaniel
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2026-06-26 02:36:28
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 82:Amaya
The wardrobe handlers my father sent didn’t speak. They moved around my childhood bedroom like silent robots, laying out a heavy black silk evening gown across the mattress. It looked like an elegant shroud I can’t deny that truth.Regina stood by the door, her arms folded, watching me with an expressionless gaze as I sat unmoving on the edge of the bed. "Put it on," Regina said, nodding toward the dress. "Roman’s security detail is already in the driveway. Victor isn't going to ask you again." I didn't look at her. "And if I say no?" "Then the handlers will dress you themselves, Amaya. Don't make this more humiliating than it needs to be. It’s just a dinner."“Since when did you become my father’s lapdog?”“How dare you?!”“Be silent, Regina. This isn’t your domain anymore”I stood up slowly, my limbs stiff, and let the handlers dress me. The fabric of the black gown was cold against my skin. They zipped it up, tightened the waist, and pinned my dark hair back. Regina
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 81: Amaya
By noon, the interior of the mansion was cast in a dim, amber twilight as heavy clouds blocked out the sun. I sat in one of the high-backed leather chairs in my bedroom, watching the dust motes drift through the narrow beams of light.My mind was somewhere far away.In my mind, I was with Bane. We were back at his beach house seated by the shore.The wind was in our hair and for a moment, just a tiny moment, I was happy.I was free.I was alive again. The heavy double doors of the bedroom swung open with a loud creak. My father walked in, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, his eyes locking onto me instantly.Even before he spoke I knew that he was probably here to deliver the unfortunate news that Roman would be here soon. "Roman's convoy just cleared the southern security checkpoint," Victor said, his deep voice cutting through the silence of the room. "They will be at the main courtyard within twenty minutes.”“Is there any reason that you saw the need to come and bothe
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 80: Amaya
The heavy door of my bedroom clicked shut behind my father, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place.I remained on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold floor and sobbed silently.The physical sting of my father's slap was a dull ache compared to the suffocating weight of my reality. Every piece of this room was a reminder of what I truly was to Victor, a biological property. A thing that had to be traded, stored, and managed. The small, fragile illusion of love and freedom i felt with Bane had been erased in one violent night.And now Bane and Nathaniel were dead.Why did I have to kill everything that I touched? Regina stared at me all along. She didn't leave with Victor. Instead, she pushed off the wardrobe and walked slowly toward the bed. She stopped a few feet away, looking down at me with the same clinical, diagnostic expression she used when looking at files. "Get up off the floor, Amaya," Regina said quietly, her voice entirely flat. "Crying won't alter th
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 79: Amaya
A heavy, suffocating darkness pressed down on my chest, dragging me under every time I tried to claw my way back to the surface. My head throbbed with a sickening ache that pulsed behind my eyelids, a brutal reminder of the weapon Regina had slammed into my temple. Everything hurts. When the blackness finally began to crack, it didn't give way to the flashing red emergency strobe lights of the Valak estate.It didn’t even give way to the image of Regina standing above me. Instead, a soft, filtered morning light pierced through my lashes, revealing a high ceiling adorned with familiar white molding. What in the world?I know this place.I blinked rapidly, the agonizing pressure in my skull intensifying as I tried to lift my head from a plush silk pillow. There was no way that I could be here.In this place.After all this time.The air didn't smell like spent gunpowder, copper, or the burning stone of a burning estate. It smelled of expensive French lavender, polished mahog
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 78: Bane
The world turned completely red. I watched the exact trajectory of the blow in agonizing, high-definition horror. One second my eyes were locked onto Amaya, her beautiful, soot-stained face illuminated by the flashes of my men's weapons, as she ran.Her hands reaching out to touch me. The next second, she was being violently ripped backward. I watched as Regina knocked Amaya out. The heavy steel butt of Regina's weapon struck the side of Amaya's head with enough force to drop a grown vanguard soldier. I saw the light instantly leave Amaya's dark eyes. I watched her limp, fragile body collapse onto the blood-spattered gravel of the courtyard like a broken doll. A sound tore out of my throat that wasn't human—a raw, demonic shriek of pure, unadulterated fury.They hurt her. They hurt Amaya.The last remaining boundary of my sanity snapped like a brittle twig. I lunged at my sister. I didn't care about the incoming mercenary rounds that were chipping the stone pillars inches
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 77: Amaya
The world was spinning in a fractured blur of crimson strobe lights and deafening explosions. The image of the young vanguard captain falling to the floor, his chest torn apart by automatic fire, was permanently branded into my mind. He had done his best to save my life and lost his in the process. I would never forgive Regina for doing that to him. That was the last thing that he deserved. I couldn't breathe. My throat burned with the thick, toxic taste of spent gunpowder, ash, and the metallic tang of blood. My side still hurt with every move after Regina had hit me with her knee and pinned me to the ground like some animal. Every instinct screamed at me to curl into a ball and hide among the shattered remnants of the limestone pillars. I should have but the frantic sound of the sirens drove my feet forward. I had to get to him. I had to find Bane. If I found Bane, he would make sure that I was safe. I tore through the smoke-choked arches of the lower gallery, my
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 45: Amaya’s POV
The morning light in the villa’s dressing suite was unapologetically bright.The morning rays kept bouncing off the gilded mirrors and marble surfaces. I stood on a low circular dais, my arms held out like a mannequin, while a woman with neon-pink hair and a tape measure draped around her neck c
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 41: Bane’s POV
I left Amaya in the garden room after she fell asleep on the sofa, exhausted by the tension she could sense but couldn't name. Looking at her sleep peacefully, I was filled with dread at the thought of Roman getting his hands on her. Of course I was just as bad a man as he was but nobody cou
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 40: BANE’S POV
The drive to Calabria was mostly silent. Not that it was much of a shock going by what we had all witnessed. I hadn't spoken since we left the warehouse. My mind was a battlefield, replaying the image of that note stapled to my soldier’s chest. RETURN THE GIRL YOU STOLE I kept thinking o
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 39: BANE’S POV
The rain in Rome was persistent. I sat in the back of my moving SUV and I was far from being at peace: My phone had buzzed three hours ago as I received a frantic, garbled report from a perimeter scout. One of my secondary hubs, a quiet warehouse near the docks that handled "the clean-up"
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