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Chapter 30••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••Our club— ‘The Night Trap’ has been buzzing with a lot of people lately. I guess everyone is suddenly going through a rough patch, and just wants to… cool off. It's situated at where one would describe as an unassuming location—rather unsuspecting, away from prying cops who love to stick their noses in our business. One would never guess there's a kinky sex club off this quiet, dark street. That's how we wanted it to be, that's why it's called ‘The Night Trap.’The club lures you in without you even realizing it.Nevertheless, I'm here tonight for a completely different reason. I'm here to get answers or perhaps, ask questions.I walk in first.The atmosphere shifts when most men recognize us. Their eyes settle on me for a while before straying to an unbothered Marco who's got a lazy grin on his face. He's chewing gum like we just walked into a café and not a damn sex club. If he notices their burning stares, he doesn't show it.Because Marco
Chapter 29*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*The child sits between my knees, she's small and warm, humming to herself, playing with a little doll as I seperate her hair into neat sections.“Hold still, amore,” I murmur, my fingers working gently. “If you keep moving, it'll look like the devil braided it.”Leah giggles, shoulders shaking. “Sister Elizabeth says bad words.”I smile, shaking my head. “You want it neat, don't you?”“Yes, Sister Elizabeth,” she says, her attention returning back to the doll in her hands.Sunlight spills through the convent windows, while the courtyard is alive with the sounds of children, laughter, their feet slapping against the ground—an illusion of safety.Illusion. Because that's what it'll always be.As my fingers work their way in Leah's hair, my thoughts stray. He hasn't been here since this week.I should be relieved, and grateful that there'll be no chance to fall into temptation, but I feel rather dissapointed.If I'll be honest, I've been waitin
Chapter 28••~••°••~••Luciano••~••~°••~••Someone is playing risky games with us.And not the kind that you can just turn a blind eye to—No. It's the type of game that makes you want to burn the entire fucking city down.We're all here except Alessandro, who is out on a vacation with his wife, Isabelle. She made us swear to her that we'll never call him for business talks till they're back. No one dares go against a determined woman trying to have an alone time with her husband, so that's what we did—we left Alessandro out of it.The warehouse smells like fresh blood and gunpowder and I can bet my left ball that someone else is getting killed tonight.I sit at the head of the table, jacket off, sleeves rolled, with maps spread before us—shipping routes, dock schedules and names all circled in red. Men I'll likely kill before the week ends.“We were robbed?! What the fuck?” Marco, who is sitting to my right exclaims. “In our own fucking city?!”He's right. No one has ever dared to t
Chapter 27*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*The confessional smells of old wood and incense. Guilt brought me right to the Lord's doorstep.I kneel and pull the screen closed with shaking fingers, clasping them together so tightly. The small space feels tighter than usual. My habit brushes my knees and the crucifix above me catches the candlelight, causing the Lord's carved eyes to face downwards towards me, like he's watching me closely.I lower my head.Bless me Father, for I have sinned. The words lodge in my throat.I have said them a thousand times in my life and they have never felt this heavy.“Bless me Father,” I finally whisper, my voice too faint, barely sounding like mine. “For I have sinned.”Father Bernard clears his throat softly. He does not rush me, he never does.“How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” he asks, his voice gentle, practiced.“A week,” I answer.He paused for a second. Then softly, “And what weighs on your conscience today?”Everythi
Chapter 26*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I wake up to the sound of the bell. Not the usual, commanding one that summons us to morning prayer. This one is different and I'm not sure what it is for. My eyes fluttered open, my body felt heavier than usual, my mind fogged with fragments that refused to arrange themselves.For a moment, I think I dreamed it all.The blood.My window creaking open.And then him in my room.I sit up too quickly, my head spinning. What happened?Why can't I remember vividly?My eyes scanned the room checking for anything unusual or out of place, but my room looks the same. Everything is where is should be—the crucifix above my bed, my folded habit resting neatly on the chair. Everything is as it should be.And yet, I can't seem to shake off the feeling that he was here.Wait a minute…I lifted my trembling fingers to my lips, noticing the phantom pressure there. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to recall details but they are all scattered leaving me with not
Chapter 25*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Oh my, you scared me,” I muttered, with a hand to my chest. He shrugged like being in my room wasn't something out of the ordinary. “I would have been offended if you weren't.”“What are you doing here? How did you get past the newly installed cameras. Don't tell me you're here to finish what you started earlier,” I said all at once but even as I spoke, he didn't try to interrupt me. His attention was on something else entirely.“Come here,” he rasped, manspreading on my bed.“No. Leave. Before someone finds you here.” I'm just about to say something else but something catches my eye. His shirt is soaked and if I'm seeing clearly, I know all too well that isn't sweat or water.I switch on the lights and take a step closer.It's blood.“You’re bleeding!” I announced like he didn't already know that. One moment I was asking him to leave, and the next I'm running towards him, trying to get a better look. “You're seriously hurt so why did you c







