Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Lucila says she is not afraid, but deep down she is still afraid.

Seeing that Gervase was already undressing, he fought the nausea in his heart and slowly shrank back, but his eyes calmed down.

“People like you, born wrong, with no one to discipline you and not learning on your own, are the ones who take the wrong path, and if you don’t pay, there isn’t a woman who will willingly sleep with you, is there? You’ve lived a life of failure …”

As he spoke to distract Gervasio, his eyes looked behind him as if he wasn’t there.

Behind Gervasio, Senona had approached, raising the iron pipe in her hand.

And what I had to do now was to keep Gervasio’s attention for as long as possible.

Gervasio’s features twisted at Lucila’s words and he said viciously: “Bitch, I’m going to have to fix you!

Lucila scrapes the ground and slowly backs away.

Senona stepped cautiously behind Gervasio and, just before he was about to lunge at Lucila, she raised the iron pipe and brought it crashing down on Gervasio’s head.

Gervase’s body stiffened and he only had time to turn his head to look at Senona before collapsing to the ground.

Lucila froze, reacted quickly, got up from the floor, approached Gervasio, kicked him twice with all her strength and checked that he had really fainted.

She looked at Senona and could not hide her surprise in her tone, “Miss Delahoz, I can’t believe it, you’re so good!”

I really didn’t expect Senona to hit the taller Gervasio with a stick.

Senona turned up the corners of her mouth, with a faint smile: “I am a woman living abroad and there are always unexpected incidents.

Lucila nodded in agreement.

He couldn’t help but take another good look at Senona, and realised how much she had changed.

He turned his head to look at Gervasio, took the iron pipe from Senona’s hand and hit him hard on the head again.

It was then that he said to Senona: “Let’s get out of here, you have another accomplice and you can leave soon”.

Lucila was lucky, hoping that Horatio had not returned so soon.

However, Lucila, who has had good luck since she was a child, was not blessed by the gods this time, and they had just descended a flight of stairs when they saw Horatio coming up.

Horacio, unlike the brainless Gervasio, is relatively intelligent and not easily confused, which makes manoeuvring difficult.

The first reaction of both men was to run.

And the only place up there where they could hide was the roof.

But there was another Gervase on the roof who could wake up at any moment.

There was no choice but to return to the roof.

Once the two men were on the roof, they slammed the door, the locks of which were rusted with age and did not seem solid at all.

Lucila held her body against the door panel, while Senona watched Gervasio to prevent him from waking up.

After a few moments, he heard footsteps.

His heart leapt into his throat.

“Gervasio, are you there?”

It is Horatio’s voice.

Lucila was so anxious that her face turned white and even her breathing slowed.

Receiving no reply, Horatio seemed unaware that Gervase was here and muttered: “Where the hell has the man gone?

Then Lucila heard Horatio’s footsteps fade away until there was complete silence outside, and Lucila dropped to the ground with a sigh of relief.

She smiled at Senona and was about to say something when, suddenly, the door panel slammed shut and Lucila, stunned, reacted by rising up against it in a hurry.

But it was too late, Horatio had already broken the door.

Lucila looked at him with a pale face, not daring to move.

Horatio went over to her and immediately lifted her up, smothering her with one hand: “Very capable, and with help to help you”.

“Whatever your intentions, you won’t get away with it!” Lucila’s nerves crumbled and she gasped.

“The six of us have been adopted by Grizzi since we were children, if it wasn’t for the organisation we would be dead, but Marco, not only did he destroy the organisation, but he had our brothers killed, doesn’t he deserve to die?” Horatio’s eyes widened as he glared viciously at Lucila.

Lucila said with unusual determination: “I didn’t deserve to die!

He was choking, his breathing was heavy and he spoke quickly: “He was a man who defended his country, though he died he died on the battlefield, not for you imbeciles who took revenge, though he died he was admired, while you, like maggots living in a grim sewer, will never see the light of day and will always be vilified.”

His words made Horatio’s eyes turn red with anger and his hands kept pushing, “You want to die!”

Lucila’s breathing was getting shorter and shorter, but she kept winking at Senona, who was not far away, telling her to run.

If she was destined to die today, she didn’t want to drag Senona with her.

It occurred to him that Senona seemed to have a son.

Although Senona used to be a bitch, she has now changed, and the reformed people have a chance to live again.

No one deserves to die, and no one is afraid to die.

Lucila simply did not want to involve Senona.

Senona shook her head and then, as if thinking of something, threw down the iron pipe in her hand and ran away.

Lucila thought with some loss that, had it been Allyce, he would not have escaped without her.

Horatio heard movement behind him and turned his head to look, but with Lucila still in his hands and unable to pull away to pursue him, he had no choice but to stop.

He looked at Lucila, whose face had turned a little purple, and was quick to let go of her hand.

Lucila’s face lit up with joy when she heard footsteps coming from downstairs, it must be Neto coming to her rescue.

Horatio’s face changed and he immediately picked Lucila up and moved to the edge of the roof, pulling a dagger from somewhere and placing it against Lucila’s neck.

Lucila finally caught her breath, but the knife against her neck prevented her from doing anything rash.

A group of people stream through the rickety iron gate.

Lucila glanced at Neto, his hair was a bit messy, he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes and his whole body looked a bit dishevelled.

His eyes soon met Lucila’s and his pupils twitched as he was about to run towards her, only to be stopped by Horatio’s laughter.

“Stop, don’t come any closer!”

It was then that Neto noticed Horacio’s dagger against Lucila’s neck; his eyesight was good enough to see that the blade was already stained with blood and he stopped in his tracks, with a hint of panic in his voice: “Lucila!”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucila’s heart was soothed by the sight of him.

She smiled at him: “There it is”.

Neto nodded, his eyes scarlet as he watched Horatio’s every move, one hand clenching and unclenching.

Lucila looked no better than he did, a little blue and white face, standing on the edge of the rooftop with a dagger in her neck, threatening to lose her life at any moment.

He stood a few steps away from her and could do nothing.

Lucila was calmer than him and spoke to reassure him: “Don’t be nervous, I’m fine, I’m fine.