All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THALIA POVThey patch me up in a medical room that smells horribly of antiseptic and packed sweat. The injury is a shallow cut, but it stings like a bitch. "It’ll scar," the medic mutters, tape snapping against my skin.Perfect. I’ve already ditched the "soft girl" aesthetic; Now I'm starting a collection of scars. Each a receipt of my life and reminder to end Carlos. Said lunatic hovers in the doorway like a dark cloud waiting for a reason to make the room combust..His stare is so deep targeted at me it does something to meAnd hello super power, Carlos jaw clenches even harder. How is that possible? . He says nothing, but the air around him vibrates with a possessive, frustrated energy."Boss." Damien appears, breaking the heavy silence. He shoves a phone toward Carlos who stares it down with a half lifted eye then his both eyes get wide open Whatever is on that screen is bad. Carlos’s jaw hitches even tighter. Honestly, at this point, it’s a physical marvel. He looks like a

THALIA POVOn screen, I sleep alone.No tall silhouette in my doorway. No raspberry-scented cologne saturating the air. Just me, tangled in sheets, waiting for a violation that never came.I went to sleep wishing Carlos would visit, that he’d do the insane thing he did yesterday. I don’t know why I expect him to, or why I want him to, but I do. I fucking wish he’d come undone over my sleeping body again.The hope deflates the moment I open my eyes.I know he hasn’t come when the room doesn’t carry a whiff of his scent, but I still search for proof.After the gut-wrenching story in his office about the laboratory, Zara, and him growing up in an orphanage (I for fuck’s sake wasn’t expecting any of that—some rumor claimed he was the son of a crime lord), I know my loathsome vengeance has cracked, reached a breaking point I refuse to accept.So, I thought the gravity of his confession would pull him straight to my door in the dead of night, driven by his dark, possessive hunger he doesn’t

Two more days pass by in a monochromatic blur without me seeing him.The warehouse feels different each passing day I don’t see him, same as the ache in my chest that I label as disappointment and unprofessionalism: He brings me here, I’m his PA, yet I don’t know where my boss goes.The days go by like I’m a machine on autopilot. The tension that usually thrums in the air is dampened.Damien takes over the leadership duties, handling the fallout of a minor fight that ensues between us and what they call a “lower gang.” It’s a pathetic skirmish over territory boundaries near the docks, settled with a few broken ribs and a display of overwhelming force.I watch Damien work, noting his efficiency, but my eyes keep drifting to the empty space where a much taller, much more dangerous man should be standing.The days always end with a strange restlessness.And I choose to sleep in the warehouse today.“Why are you not going home?”Xena questions while I remain curled up on a cot in one of t

Talking to Thalia about Zara wasn’t planned or expected.When I told Damien, he didn’t believe it either.“You told her about the laboratory?” His voice crackled through the phone, disbelief clear. “About Zara?”“Yes.”Silence.“Why?”I didn’t have an answer. Still don’t.Which is why I’m here now, standing in the ICU at 3 AM, staring at the monster who made me.Zara lies motionless in the hospital bed.Tubes snake from her arms. Machines beep steadily, counting down the seconds of a life that refuses to end.The psychopath who terrorized American children for two decades now looks like a corpse. Pale. Skeletal. Trapped in her own body.“Still no change,” the doctor says behind me. “Mr. Terrius, I really think you should consider—”“No.”She can’t die yet.Not until she wakes up and sees what I’ve become.Not until I can look her in the eye and tell her she failed.The doctor leaves.I stay.Seven days I spend here, watching her breathe. Waiting for her to open her eyes.She doesn’t.

CARLOS POV I head back home.Two hours of tossing and turning, I can't fucking sleep. Excitement of what daybreak holds is a very prominent grip on me.It's six A.M when I honk my car at her gate.I blast the horn again, impatient. Blood and adrenaline pumping fast in me. What will she say? And there's my High priestess of vengeance. My doom. My desire. The frantic pulse that hums beneath my skin. The best oxygen vengeance deprive me of.The hairs on me stands and my dick rises in attention for its master.She look better than good.Hair pulled back. Tight workout clothes that hug every curve and favorite expression that she wears.. A GlareShe's glaring at me, hands folded over her tits. The same tits that I smeared my cum on just fe hours ago. Will she call me out? She should know someone came on her.I chuckle, remembering her words yesterday proved she does.'We're not scared of little demons here' that's what she said yesterday.How did she feel seeing my cum on her tit?My