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Chapter Eight
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Devil's Psychopathic Obsession Chapter Eight
***Jackie’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she approached him, hips swaying in that way she knew always got her attention. But Hunter Groves wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust. They were fixed on the crowd below. On only one girl.Mirabella…But Jackie didn’t notice. She strolled up, wearing a sheer red dress that left little to the imagination. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting her fingers trace the tattoos that lined his neck."You called for me, Devil?" she purred into his ear.His jaw twitched. His eyes remained locked on Mira as she kept on laughing at something Aria, her friend said. The way her face always lit up when she laughed. Those perfect dentitions, sparkling as they are displayed. He could feel her innocence from here. She must have been forced into that reviealing dress by her friend because she kept trying to adjust the length. Her wandering eyes also gave her away easily. What was she doing in a place like t
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The Devil's GazeMirabella let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly forward on the polished counter, her fingers now wrapped around a glass of sparkling lemonade. Mario, the grey-haired bartender with eyes that still held a glint of wild youth, had just told her a story about a drunk politician who'd once mistaken the stage for a urinal."And he pissed right there on stage," Mario said, wiping a glass dry with a knowing grin. "Stage lights and all. He damn near gave the girls a stroke.""No way," Mira laughed again, the sound light and genuine. "That’s ridiculous."“You’ve got a pretty laugh, sweetheart,” he said as he poured another cocktail, “but try not to wander around too much. Stick close to your friends, yeah?” Mario winked. "Actually, everything’s ridiculous around here, sweetheart. But keep that laugh tucked safe. This place feeds on innocence."Not knowing what to say or how to reply to his sudden change of tune, she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You sound
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***The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here.Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.Ziko had betrayed him; sold him out, after everything. Secrets passed to Geret, the bastard running dirty counter deals across the East. And for what? A woman? A paycheck? A foolish taste of power?He'd remember once before he fucked Geret’s woman. She was a pretty little slut who didn't hesitate to be fucked by him. He had no idea she was Geret's woman at first
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The Devil’s DenThe morning at the dining room, sunlight slid through the sheer curtains like an uninvited guest. Hilda had already set the table with steaming plates of eggs and toast filling the air, making it homey. With a sense of home Mirabella hadn't felt in years.Aria was the first to speak, nudging her mug of coffee closer. "So, what plans do you have now that you're back? Besides dealing with all this emotional weight like some tragic heroine."I forced a half-smile, slicing my toast with unnecessary precision. "I’ve already started applying for jobs online. Mostly reception work at hotels, some barista gigs. But there’s this club that caught my attention, I already applied there too.""A club?" Hilda repeated, looking up sharply. "What club?"I shrugged, trying to keep my tone light. "It's called The Devil’s Den. It sounds edgy, right? It’s got a clean front though, and I'm sure the name is just there; meaning nothing significant. They’re hiring hostesses."Hilda went still
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Three Years Later“I said play with your tits, give me a show.”"Hunter... please. I can't take it anymore. Just touch me."Jackie’s voice trembled, breathy and eager like a wanton. Her knees pressed against the edge of his obsidian desk as she sat on his desk. Her red lips were slightly parted, pupils blown wide with hunger as she caressed, pinched and tugged at her nipples with her clothes still on. She knew what she was asking for.Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, the dim city lights behind him outlining his sharp silhouette like a dark god in a throne. The button of his crisp black shirt strained across his broad chest as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. One brow arched lazily. He liked making people wait. Especially when they begged so much."You've been dropping temptation for weeks, you whore, haven't you? You came here with your father for the first time wearing almost nothing, and now you wore that silk red blouse just for this, didn't you? The one that clings to your
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One year later.The world had grown quiet for Mirabella Antonio.Not peaceful or still. Everything just went quiet.Like the hush that comes after a scream. Or the moment after thunder shakes the ground and all that remains is a tight ringing in the ears.Her dorm room was sterile white, and the bed she sat on had corners tucked tight like a hospital cot. The bed opposite her was the same, only the bedsheets were different. Her books were stacked neatly in the far corner, and a large window with a very transparent cover cast pale light across her face. Outside, the hum of New York life pulsed faintly; young people were seen walking the streets, horns, footsteps, the constant whir of urgency. But none of it reached her.Because she was no longer there.She stared at the email again, the one that arrived at 3:14 AM.***Don’t come back to Atlanta.Promise me you won’t come back no matter what.There’s something very important I need to tell you. I’ll call tomorrow.Love, David***She had
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