Sinister 2 Milo 소설 & 이야기

He bows his head to me, “Except for the females who have been loaded up into the van.” “Good. Twenty-Nine has the crown. But he let the thief escape. See if you can find out who this female Swift is that Miko hired to lift the crown.” Milo lifts his head, and a look of understanding crosses his features. That was the only thing about my children. Not all of them are bright. Like Twenty-Nine. He was fast, strong, and silent, but he should know that it just cost him his life, by letting a witness get away.

Not the pleasure— but the ruin. He liked them young. Perhaps pretty and desperate too. Boys who wouldn’t scream too loud if he moaned in their ear while chaining their wrists to the bedpost. And one of them? Didn’t walk out. The kid was nineteen. A rookie. A nobody from the projects who got lured into that club with a few lines of coke and the promise of rent money. His name was Milo. Taiko said he had a soft laugh and shaky hands. Said Williams chose him because he looked fragile. Said Williams liked it rough. No—he liked it dangerous.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

His eyes sparkled in a shady way and he stared at me while trudging closer to me. “Do you know who you are dealing with? Do you have any idea” With his every word, I felt smaller than a particle. So small that it became hard to even breathe properly. “It’s Nikola… Alessandro… Bernardi if you’re forgetting,” He bent to my face, sucking my ability to argue back, “And if you really did, I know how I can remind you,” He stepped into my personal space and I felt suffocated already my heart nearly reached to its highest beating rate. “I can molest you right here… right now… and this time I would need no drugs to sedate you, you will feel all the pain and enjoy every second of it,” He pinned me to

I bit back a shudder, eyeing the murderous look in Miles’ face. “You’re no better than me,” Mr Sirenio says quietly. “You claim to be good and high and…mighty. You have blood on your hands too. You’re just as vile as I am. You can change fucking genders, pretend to be something you’re not, but you hold a greater evil inside you,”

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

There were more important things to attend to than my wounds. "No, he doesn't. He's only angry and doesn't know the truth. You also don't know the truth. That's why I want to keep you safe!" As we ran through the gallery, we found an enemy standing in the hallway. I immediately recognised him. He was Colin's warrior. My blood boiled— the ones that hadn't spilled at least. But Mila pushed me behind her. "I got this!" Before I could say otherwise, she snarled and ran with inhuman speed towards the man. She climbed up his body in swift, easy movements and slashed through his throat with her claws before snapping his neck. He was dead before his body hit the floor.

“That is the worst thing you could have done! If you want me to still do your bidding, you need to stop stalking me and trying to kill Alexander!” It happened in a flash. One moment, he was in his seat, and the next, he was standing right in front of me. He was so fast that I didn’t even register when he left his seat to hit me hard across my face. My head snapped back, and I fell a couple of steps back, muzzled with my head swimming with stars. I saw so many stars that I was beginning to drown in them. Then he grabbed my neck and forced my eyes open. I stared into his face—his pale, malevolent face. Lucas was sneering at me.

Milo looked at him and whispered back. “He’s saying that your pretty lady needs to be wary about us. Like we’re going to do something bad to her,” Milo answered with a frown on his face. Hariel nodded and looked at Syd with a serious face. As if he’s going to do something bad to his pretty lady.

I watch him shaking his head in the corner of my eye as he carefully approaches me. "I despise being here; I loathe belonging to anyone, least of all the fucking Mafia!" I sob uncontrollably, shaking my head as my gaze darts between Trent's arrogant face and the Irish leaders' son. "Pull the trigger, Mila." Trent entices me with the rubbing of his hands. I close my eyes, utter a final prayer, and pull the trigger. Nothing,