NovelBookChapter 616: Bleacher frowned slightly as he watched Jacob disappear into the room. There was something unsettling about Jacob-an intuition so precise it bordered on unnatural.
How else had Jacob managed to find their hideouts with such unnerving accuracy? First the dock, now this bar? It was terrifying.
In the dimly lit corridor, Jacob walked straight to the innermost private room. The door swung open, revealing Hell. Legs crossed, he lounged in his chair, methodically tossing darts at a man pinned against a rotating platform on the wall.
The man trembled violently, his body riddled with wounds, each new dart carving pain deeper into his flesh. Bound hand and foot, he was utterly helpless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Since you've clooking for me, you've savedthe trouble of hunting you down," Hell remarked, his tone almost lazy as he flicked a dart into the man's ear.
A strangled howl tore through the air, blood trickling down the victim's neck.
Jacob spared the scene a brief glance before pulling out a chair and sitting directly across from Hell.
Hell cast a sharp glance at Bleacher. Without a word, Bleacher understood. He signaled to two men, who promptly untied the captive from the rotating platform and escorted him out. The door clicked shut behind them. Now, only Jacob and Hell remained in the room.
Jacob didn't waste a second. His voice was firm, unyielding.
"If you stay away from her." For more visit glovдls.☐☐ Hell tilted his head slightly, studying him with a smirk that never quite reached his eyes.
"Dogs are known for their loyalty, yet I find myself questioning that now. Or is it that a new face brings a new heart?" Jacob's gaze darkened.
"You should be grateful I'm not the man I used to be. Otherwise, do you really think you'd be sitting here unharmed?" Hell leaned back in his chair, twirling the bone ring between his fingers. His posture was casual, but his words carried an edge.
"Strange. I was hoping to see you in that ruthless form again." If Jacob were still the cold-blooded force he once was, Hell wouldn't have hesitated to recruit him. A weapon like that was far too valuable to waste. But throwing all of that away—for a woman? What a tragedy.
"Enough." Jacob's voice was frigid, each word slicing through the air like a blade.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Do whatever you want, but you will not lay a finger on her. You know exactly what that would cost you." Hell's smirk darkened, his amusement dissolving into something far more dangerous.
"Tell me, who is this woman really?" Jacob's brow twitched, his expression unreadable.
"That is none of your concern."
"Then perhaps you should take a look at this." Hell slid a document across the table.
Jacob's eyes lingered on Hell before shifting to the paper. The moment he absorbed its contents, his expression shifted, the air around him turning heavy. A DNA test.
The pieces fell into place. So that was why Hell had stolen Kiley's ashes. M
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