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Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen
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His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six
Continued:"Luca, who's with Emma?" I ask, my voice wavering as my thumb hovers over the picture of her sleeping in her and Luca's room at home."My father, mother and all his men. She's—. Why?""Densel has eyes on her, in your room...Luca, she's not safe. They're not safe," I reveal, my heart lurching just as severely as it had in the bedroom when I figured Bianca was gone."Mass, get my father on the phone now!" Luca barks orders as I read the note.Niko.I'm so sorry. I had to protect you. Emma, the...Please forgive me and don't make rash decisions. Let Luca lead. You're too close to this to think straight.B xChrist, when I get my hands on her, so help me fucking god, her arse will be tanned for a month. How could she endanger herself after everything we've been through today? Yesterday, even?Rage fills me, rage at the unknown, the vulnerability and precariousness of the situation. My feelings that do indeed make me to close to the situation to make decisions. God, if I had the
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five
NikoI wake up feeling disoriented, my head pounding like a relentless drum, and my mouth parched as if sand had settled on my tongue. A deep, throbbing ache spreads from my shoulder through my chest and down my back, intensifying with every shallow breath I struggle to take. The gunshot wounds feel like a heavy weight, making it almost impossible to fill my lungs completely; I'm left gasping for air, frustration coiling in my gut.Instead of immediately opening my eyes, I linger in the warm cocoon of sleep, allowing the comforting thought of Bianca's presence to envelop me like a soft blanket. She should be near, close enough that I can almost feel her warmth, a fragile barrier against the harsh reality of our dim, wooden boatshed—a place that feels both claustrophobic and sacred, offering us refuge from the looming dangers outside.As I extend my arm, yearning to draw her close, I find nothing but the cool, empty bed sheets slipping through my fingers like wisps of mist—chilling aga
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four
Bianca Derek's grip tightens around my bicep, the pressure like a vice, as he guides me away from the shadowy confines of the Morettas' boat shed. A heavy silence envelops us, the only sound the quiet lapping of the water against the dock as we make our way across the weathered boards. At the far end of the dock, we disembark from the wooden planks and step down onto the cool, damp sand. We walk on it for a few minutes around the unsuspecting corner, where a small motorboat awaits us. Its white hull gleams under the fading evening light, contrasting sharply with the dusky surroundings. Benji stands by the boat, his expression unreadable. He's flanked by Franko, who's covered in blood, most likely Sven's if my gut leads me to believe right, and a few other men I can't place. Their silhouettes loom against the backdrop of the moon, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and unspoken intentions. I implore Benji with every ounce of desperation coursing through me, my body trembl
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three
Continued:Maybe I'm a fool for contemplating leaving this, but there's a network of people here who possess the resources we require. I might even gather crucial information while I'm pulling in favours from the boaters I've befriended on my stays here. Only then can Itrulyweigh our options and make an informed decision regarding the safety of the three of us.So, I leave with a renewed sense of urgency filling me.I leave the boat just fine. It seems quiet around us, and I'm happy to report that there's no one is waiting outside to jump me.I walk the docks, heading down the end on the left where one of my friends, Ant, works.He's sitting on the deck beside the boat he sails for one of the lesser-known mafia families. His smile is almost instant, and his greeting is just as enthusiastic."Sven, my old friend," he greets me in his Italian drawl. He greets me with a handshake and then goes back to lining his fishing rod."Ant," I smile. "Not working?""No, no. It's my week off, and t
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two
Two Hours Earlier Sven As I stroll through the boat's cabin, I navigate with a sense of purpose, the gentle sway of the vessel adding a rhythmic quality to my movements. My gaze scans the shelves, searching for the familiar bottles of alcohol that Dimitri enjoys keeping close at hand. This boat has always been a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of his everyday life and is usually reserved for his cherished holidays. It serves as an escape for him and Lucia, a serene retreat on the picturesque island that Dimitri takes great pride in owning. This slice of paradise is not merely a yacht; it is a legacy that proves his ability to accumulate things over inheriting them from his father and even his grandfather before him.Dimitri presents a facade of stoicism, his expression often unyielding and impenetrable. Yet beneath this rugged exterior lies a complex and vulnerable soul that only a select few have been fortunate enough to encounter. Me being one of those souls.This, I believe
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One
BiancaFor a long, suffocating moment, I wish my mind could whisk me away from this boat, away from the stifling confines of this room and the weight of Niko's presence beside me. But I can't escape Derek's relentless messages, each one punctuated by the words: Tick, Tock. With every notification, my heart plummets like a stone.I glance at Niko, his peaceful face framed by tousled hair, and I grapple with my next move. Should I awaken him so we can confront whatever waits beyond our fragile sanctuary? But then I remember the wound on his shoulder, a brutal reminder of the danger he's faced—because of me. A wave of guilt crashes over me, heavy and unrelenting. He's sleeping because he's lost blood, and he's injured. How far in a fight would he get?I chastise myself for feeling this way, knowing I must carry this burden alone, but deep down, I know I'm about to breach the trust Niko and I have created, even if it is fragile. In the back of my mind, I'm painfully aware that it is for t
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty
Continued:As I scroll upwards through the messages, the rush of the downloaded images fills the screen: one of Luca striding purposefully through a vast hanger alongside the imposing figure of Mass; he looks tired and frayed, and another captures Emma, serene and unaware, nestled in her bed with her pillow between her legs as she always sleeps, and a third – a jarring sight – shows Niko, the fabric of his t-shirt drenched in crimson, stark against the sandy backdrop of the beach just earlier on and lastly, a picture of Sven, bruised and bloody, hanging on a familiar chair from the dining table of this very yacht in the darkness.Each of these snapshots feels painfully recent, yet Emma's photograph unsettles me the most. It appears pixilated, as though captured from a distance, and an unsettling thought creeps into my mind: could there be a breach in Luca's defence whilst she's left to defend herself and her baby? Is it possible that Emma, seemingly safe in her slumber inside a seemin
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen
BiancaNiko slips into slumber with serene grace, his descent into a dream-like state seemingly effortless and swift. His breathing is a gentle rhythm, warm air brushing against my neck like a comforting whisper, yet sleep eludes me. I've spent countless hours intertwined with him, basking in his body heat as the chilling tendrils of the night air invade the space around us, prickling my skin with their icy touch. A phone, which one of the three is a mystery, has buzzed three times in quick succession, each sharp ring slicing through the tranquil stillness of the room—a persistent reminder of unwelcomed communication from a source I might not want to communicate with.I should consider rising from the comfort of the bed and waking Niko to check the phones. It's possible that Luca has reached out with the much-anticipated rescue we were all hoping for. Dimitri may have chosen to come by himself to help us, which could lead to interesting developments regarding the Densels. After all,
His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1 Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen
Continued: "We should toss it into the ocean, cut off the proverbial loose cannon," Sven states, turning toward me with an intense gaze. "No communication is safer than obsessively waiting for their next move." "May I?" I ask, extending my hand for the phone. Bianca passes it to me with a quick, anxious motion as if relinquishing a dangerous artefact. I take a moment to inspect it, my curiosity piqued. The back cover lifts away easily, revealing an ancient battery, a relic from another era. Beneath it lies an old-style SIM card, its purpose nearly obsolete. The device powers on instantly, fully charged, and I delve into its contents, scrolling quickly through contacts, recent, and messages—only to find an unnerving emptiness. It's entirely devoid of any information to digest. "It's not an immediate threat," I clarify, glancing at the phone on the table between us, its screen dark and silent. "There's nothing on it to indicate it's been used before. It's likely that Densel—at least
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