Chapter 204
KATYA POV
The elevator doors slid open with a "Ding" echoing through the hallway. I didn’t turn my head.
My eyes were still fixed on the place where Roo’s hand had just been on my wrist, the skin there feeling cold now that the heat of his touch was gone.
"Don Roo?" The voice was steady. I watched from the corner of my eye as Jas stepped out of the lift.
He was that man who cuffed , I would never forget him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark suit that looked as precise as the way he moved.
His eyes swept the room once, efficiently, like he was taking inventory. They landed on the blood first.
A dead woman lay in a pool of blood. Another woman was crumpled, and his boss—the man he was sworn to protect—was standing there with a shoulder soaked in crimson.
Jas didn’t flinch. He didn’t gasp. He didn’t even reach for his gun. He simply stopped two paces away, his hands holding onto a tablet
His expression as flat and unreadable as the marble floor. He looked at Adelasia’s body the way soone might look at a piece of trash that had been dropped in the lobby.
No pity. No shock. Just... observation. The realization hit harder than the gunshot had. This is normal for them.
To , this was a nightmare that would haunt until I died. To Jas, this was just a Tuesday.
This was the world Roo lived in—a world where blood was just a liquid and death was just a job requirent.
It didn’t even make sense, why was Jas shocked to see adelasia at least. She was their boss’s cousin for Pete sake.
The air feel thin, like I was drowning in a room full of oxygen. Jas didn’t move toward the body.
He didn’t offer a dical kit. His eyes rely drifted from the dark, spreading stain on Roo’s shoulder down to the crimson dripping from his fingertips, before shifting briefly to .
There was no judgnt in his gaze, just a cold, professional assessnt. Then, he looked back at his Don.
"Marco has been transported to the basent," Jas said, his voice as level as a horizon. "Antonio is waiting for your word to begin interrogation"
Marco. The na echoed in the hollow space of my chest. Who was Marco? My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragnts of the night.
Was he the reason Roo wasn’t in his room? Was he an enemy, or another ’cousin’ destined for a pool of blood?
The more they spoke, the more I realized I was a ghost haunting a house built on secrets I wasn’t ant to understand.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, my throat tight and locked. I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to, the words were choked by the sheer weight of the atmosphere.
Jas reached out, extending the tablet he had been holding. "This is the real footage from the estate’s internal servers," Jas continued.
"The loop was bypass-coded from an external terminal, but the local backup remained intact. It’s all here. Everything that happened while you were away."
Roo didn’t hesitate. He reached out with his uninjured arm and snatched the tablet. He didn’t say thank you.
He didn’t even acknowledge the report. He just gripped the device. I watched him, my heart hamring a frantic against my ribs.
I don’t know much about what they said but soone ssed up the CCTV?
Roo’s thumb swiped across the screen. The blue light of the tablet illuminated the harsh lines of his face.
I stayed mute, trying to see what was playing, Roo eyes imdiately left the tablet as he sliced down with his sharp stare.
Just that look—sharp enough that it felt like it cut skin. I flinched without aning to, my foot sliding back half a step as my instinct scread at to put distance between us.
Whatever stupid plan I’d had to peek at the tablet died instantly. He’d seen .
And he didn’t like it.
"Go to your room," Roo said calmly, eyes still locked on mine. "And lock the door."
I didn’t move.
Every nerve in my body scread to stay, to demand answers, to know why he killed his own cousin—because I still can’t wrap my head that its because of .
"I—" I swallowed. "What is going on?"
For a brief mont, his attention returned fully to . Cold. asuring. As if he were deciding whether I was worth explaining anything to.
Then, just as quickly, his gaze slid away. Back to the tablet.
Dismissed.
"I said go. Jas would bring the doctor to check on you." he added, already scrolling, already done with . Sothing twisted in my chest.
Annoyance.
No—anger.
He had just killed his cousin. A woman lay dead at his feet, her blood still warm on the floor and he was swiping through footage like it was an email he’d missed.
Unfazed. Untouched. Unbothered.
I clenched my hands into fists, nails biting into my palms. My heart pounded, not with fear this ti, but with a furious need to understand.
How could he stand there like this ant nothing? How could he look at screens and strategies while a body cooled behind him?
Jas shifted slightly beside him, already moving on, already treating the mont as resolved.
Marina was still unconscious on the floor. No one rushed to her. No one rushed to Adelasia. But here he was talking about sending a doctor to ?
Adelasia is dead, yes but what about Marina. At least soone should check on her, isn’t she has wife for heavens sake?!
I took a step forward, my mouth already opened to argue when Roo glaring eyes gave a threat that I didn’t have a choice but to take that step back, my jaw tight, my chest burning with words I didn’t dare say again
Fine. If he wanted gone—if he wanted ignorant—then I would leave.
But I wasn’t fooled and I was definitely going to give nonna the first hand gist about what the fuck happened tonight.
How could my movie night change so drastically.
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