Chapter 38 Deceitful angels

• “Usually… I take things…by force”Pedro's voice was low and deep. His hands were warm and cold at the same time. Olivia didn't move, such men. Such power.
• “Men are just the same…same tactics…same mission” she muttered. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Focussing on her ears, Pedro played with her earlobe. He knew she was getting affected. She was always affected by his touch
• “Can you…kill him?” Pedro asked unexpectedly, his fingers clasping the loc of her hair. Olivia stared at him without blinking.