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Chapter 47
Chapter 47
47 A Past Forgotten
ALEJANDRO
“Harder baby!” She moaned.
The shower water poured down on us as I had her pushed up against the tiled walls, one hand tangled in her hair, the other h****d around her lush thigh as I f****d her a*s hard from behind.
The pleasure that I had been deprived of was now rushing through me, as I stared at her a*s which was covered in welts and bruises from our night of s*x. We had crashed at one point, but I had woken up to Kiara on top of me, my c**k in her mouth looking so f*****g s**y, and that had awoken the beast within me all over again. Now we had come to shower, but seeing that a*s of hers sticking up so f*****g sexily had f****d me over completely, and that’s how we ended up banging against the shower wall.
“F**k!” She screamed and I could feel my own o****m close. I reached around, shoving two fingers into her p***y as I continued to f**k her in the a*s. “I’m going to come, ah!” She moaned hornily.
“Then come for me.” I growled, yanking her back and biting into her neck just as she cried out in pleasure, triggering my own release, as I shot my load into that a*s of hers. Catching her body against my chest as she caught her breath.
Her neck was a mess of bites, so I slowly ran my tongue along the latest bite. F**k she looked a mess, but I f*****g loved it. There was not a part of her that I hadn’t left my mark. Even now, exhausted as she clung to me, the fire in her eyes remained.
“Seems like I’ve reawakened the goddess within you.” I murmured, kissing those sore lips of hers.
She kissed me back, staring up at me with l**t-coated eyes. “One that can’t resist you.” She whispered, placing a kiss on my neck “Just as I can’t f*****g resist you, but if I f**k you one more time, I don’t think
you’ll be able to hold up.” I murmured, squeezing her b*****s. She smiled, closing her eyes and resting her head back against me. “I will get my memories back, won’t I?” She asked after a moment. “Yeah, you will.”
And I f*****g meant it.
I had left her to sleep whilst I went to train, Darien had taken photos of the pup for a fake passport. I was currently with Leo who had spent the night at headquarters. “So, got anything?” “Maybe.” He said dropping his legs to the floor and clicking something on his laptop. “As far
as it comes to the Escarra name, there’s plenty of s**t. They aren’t a pack with the cleanest record in businesses, it may involve drugs and s**t. Anyhow, something else interesting did actually come up but I don’t know if it is of any use.”
He threw a knife up in the air, catching it between his teeth, before sitting forward and pulling up a few files. “What is that?”
He placed the knife into the side of his boot. How many weapons did he carry?
“The Escarra’s had dealings with a certain company called Lupo XII Rossi over a hundred years ago. Not sure if it rings any bell, but it’s a coincidence, ain’t it?”
I frowned bending down, I had not heard of any such company… but it was too much to be a coincidence.
“Lupo. That’s not a coincidence.” “Yeah, the Rossi’s are originally from Italy, correct?” “Yeah, obviously, it was our great great grandfather who moved here after his pack was destroyed or some s**t.”
“So how many years ago on estimate would you say?” “Over a hundred and fifty. Would you be able to find anything about that company?” “Already did. There’s nothing on the public domain, but if you dig further and get past some security systems, you will find that it was an arms company that was actually
funding the Italian Mafia or some s**t. Then enter the Escarra Enterprise, apparently there was a ‘dealing’ and the Escarra bought out the Lupo XII Rossi. Then listen to this, this all happened around one hundred and forty years back.”
Around the time the Rossi’s moved to England… The f****r was smart, got to give him that.
I scanned the documents, frowning.
“So something had gone down between our ancestors and the Escarra’s…”
“Something that made the Rossi’s leave Italy and set up here. I don’t get why they’re saying there’s a debt… Unless…” Leo ran his fingers through his hair, sitting forward and picking up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Want one?” “Sure. Ain’t you a tad f*****g young for this s**t?” I asked allowing him to light my cigarette. “Ain’t you a few years f*****g late to comment on this s**t?” He countered, copying my tone but sounding ten f*****g times worse.
F****r.
“B*****d.” He smirked and I narrowed my eyes, he sure f*****g knew what I was thinking. He lit his own cigarette while staring at the screen.
“Unless what?” I asked, glancing back at the screen.
“Unless the Rossi’s did something to the Escarra’s regarding that takeover…”
He had a point… Why else did they run?
“You may be onto something… Well, your dad and Maria are going, we’ll see if they find anything from there. If this is the case, then the Rossi’s must have done something to have made the family forever remember it. But what exactly… Pay the debt… by the blood of the beast…”
“What else is new, the Rossi’s just take whatever the f**k they want right?” His voice was cold and bitter, I sighed.
“Look kid, I know the Rossi’s have done s**t, the past is gone, but we can pave the future.”
He shook his head.
“Nothing can change, because no matter how much time passes, there’s still discrimination in every f*****g aspect of life. We say we want to be open-minded, but isn’t it the same? Racism, homophobia, and prejudice still exist. We are no different, we are still ranked, not only by blood but by packs. We have the elite packs at the top, such as the Black Storm, The Nightwalkers and The Blood Moon, then we have the influential packs, the standard packs, the weak packs, and then right at the bottom, we have the Sangue Pack. Rogues. I’m right, aren’t I?
“That’s not true Leo, the Sangue Pack is not at-”
“It is not because we haven’t progressed, or the fact that we aren’t strong enough, but because we are rogues.”
“Were rogues.” I corrected.
“We still are. A rogue pack, a pack of outcasts among regular packs.” He stood up and looked me in the eye. “We won’t ever f*****g agree on this, and I don’t give a s**t. Whilst you were enjoying your long night…” He glanced at my neck pointedly, before smirking humourlessly.” I pulled up anything I could on the Escarra and Rossi interactions, it’s all there, plus some addresses Dad can use in Puerto Rico. So whether the king loves it or not, I’m f*****g out.”
He tossed the memory stick he removed from his laptop at me and snapping the laptop shut, walking out the door smoking his cigarette.
I sighed heavily. He was a smart kid… I just hated seeing the resentment within him… My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. “Yeah?” I answered, seeing whose number it was. “I hope you have a f*****g answer.” “Oh, I do. I don’t think you will like it.” “Try me.”
Janaina sighed heavily. “Well to kill a Djinn… You need the blood of six hundred and sixty-six virgins coating a blade made of pure iron.”
I scoffed.
Was she for f*****g real?
“Virgins?”
“Yes, if even one isn’t a virgin, it can ruin the entire thing. We just need about a syringe worth from each, combine them, and then dip the iron blade into it.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s not so easy.” “Sounds pretty easy to me. Now we just find virgins willing to give f*****g blood.”
“They must all have hit puberty. It won’t be easy.”
“No s**t sherlock, finding ten virgins is f*****g hard and you’re asking me to find over six hundred.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“You wanted answers, I found you the answers. Now listen carefully. There’s more. The price.”
“You mean the consequences of killing a Djinn…”
“Yes. The cost is…”
She hesitated, and I couldn’t deny I waited with bated breath for her next words…
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