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ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.“We are leaving immediately."That was all he said before he made his way towards the same entrance we came in from. I ditched the glass of champagne I was nursing and followed him. He sounded curt, and he looked very, very mad. I have no idea what happened, and I just hope it has nothing to do with me again. I mean, I already apologized to the damn woman, even if she came after me first. She called me a slut.He was already sitting in the car when I got there, and I got in right after him. He sti
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 9
ALISSA’S POV The air in Russo's office was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my shoulders as we gathered around his desk. Romero had finally unearthed the name of the person who had stolen Russo's phone, a theft that had cost us dearly. It took us a whole lot, but after a whole shipment went missing, Russo started putting everyone under pressure.It was Christine and her husband, Mathias. The same woman who had provoked me to twist her arm when she called me a lsut, I should have known that that stuoud woman was to no good. I hate that I was right about her being sketchy, and I should have done more than just twisting her arm; I should have beaten her properly for the love of God.Russo's voice was low and dangerous as he spoke, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Christine and her husband," he spat out the names like a curse. "They thought they could steal from me and get away with it. Now they’ve cost me a whole lot of shipping, and the
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 10
A warm, golden light illuminated Russo's extravagant bedroom when the sunshine from the early morning peaked through the drapes. At the threshold, I uncomfortably kneeled, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. This was not the way that I had envisioned my morning going. Last night, after he kissed me, I quickly escaped his embrace by breaking the kiss and running away. I was confused as to why I did that, and I'm finding that my feelings of remorse are only growing stronger.Even to me, that seemed to have a rather odd quality, and now here I am with a proposition for peace. I really wish I could explain the reasoning behind why I'm doing this, but I can't. I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself.Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the r
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 11
I pretended that I was going to look for Russo or something else as I carefully made my way inside his room. I pretended that I was going to seek for him. In actuality, I was heading there to spy on them; I've been absent from the FBI for some time, and throughout that time I haven't provided any genuine intelligence that makes it appear as though I'm working.I was having trouble concentrating and was becoming far too distracted. I was trying to make up for that by putting myself in potentially dangerous situations in an effort to obtain reliable intelligence. I had the impression that Russo's room would at least offer me with a hint of what was going on.I crossed the hallway with self-assurance so that when he checked the surveillance footage on the CCTV, he would not find anything to be suspicious. It wasn't until I looked out my window and saw him and Romero together that I realized he was out with Romero.While he and Romero were gone, the atmosphere in this area became increasi
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As I slipped out of his room, I couldn't help but wonder what he would make of my unexpected advances. Had he suspected that I was up to something? And would he find out the truth about my real intentions? No matter how I wanted to come off as not suspicious, I was doing a terrible job of not coming off as cynical. I needed to stand up and move away from the stupid guilt that attacked me whenever I wanted to get involved with Russo. This wasn’t just me stepping away from the line, and this was plain stupid. Hours passed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at me. I knew I had to finish what I had started to uncover the secrets hidden within that ledger. Russo had hidden it in his room and not his office for a reason, and I needed to know why. That ledger seemed like something that would answer most of my answers, and I wasn’t going to let it go like that. When Russo finally left for a business dinner meeting later in the evening, I seized the opportunity to
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 13
The walk back to my room was everything I didn’t think it would be. After the dinner, I was expecting Russo to take things a bit higher, but it seemed like he had made his decision regarding me. He wasn’t going to make a move on me again. He didn’t even look at me like he wanted me all through the dinner; the conversations were light, and nothing hinted at him wanting to sleep with me. I had no idea why the thought that someone did not want me again was getting me worked up. L should be grateful he was giving me a chance to leave easily when all of this was over; he was giving me a chance not to break my own vow even when my husband had broken his. I shouldn’t be so down bad for a man who just wants to sleep with me and nothing more. I blame the fact that I worked with him every time and the fact that he was irresistible. Maybe he could be my desperately needed distraction if I stopped running from him. I wasn’t even dressed for the dinner, but it was the best. I enjoyed every bit o
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The next morning dawned with a sense of trepidation, like a storm looming on the horizon. As I approached the grand entrance to Russo's office, I couldn't shake the feeling that the calm before the storm had finally given way to chaos.I had spent most of the night thinking about the information Mitch had told me, I still find it hard to believe, but he has no reason to lie to me. After the first time I slept with Russo, the guilt of running my marriage kept on eating me up, and I didn’t realize that the other person had moved on as if nothing happened. Fuck Mike for real. I pushed open the big door and stepped inside, eyes scanning the dimly lit room. But before I could take another step, the door behind me swung shut with a soft thud, and I was pulled back into the shadows. Arms came around me instantly and I knew who it was, he didn’t come to my room last night, so I figured he would pull this kind of stunt with me. I gasped in surprise as strong arms wrapped around me, pressing
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 15
When an FBI SOS came in, they required a progress report, and Madea couldn't keep them off again. I was just going about my day like everyone else when the call came in. I had the distinct impression that it was high time for me to get rid of the copies of the files that I had made during my first stint working in Russo's office. Even if they might not amount to much, they were sufficient evidence in the eyes of my superiors. It's a hopeless cause to try to educate the majority of them on how challenging it is to maintain a cover story. My most valued possession at the time was the flash drive on which were stored the images that I had taken during my undercover investigation. It contained the evidence that may expose the secrets that Russo had been keeping and possibly bring down his empire. Knowing that my life depended on it, I had taken all of the necessary precautions to ensure that it remained secure.But when I woke up that morning, I was overcome with anxiety since I couldn't
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