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Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Six
Niko Our search yielded no results, leaving me with a sense of aimlessness and discontent. What the fuck am I missing here? As I stepped aboard the boat, I felt drained, the weight of disappointment heavy on my shoulders. "We're going to question my father," Mitchel announced with a determined glint in his eyes. "We'll sail there next." "But what about all the other islands?" I interjected, frustration creeping into my voice as I gestured toward the horizon. "Come on, Niko. Who the fuck have you turned into? Chasing our tails isn't going to get us anywhere," Mitchel replied, his tone firm but not unkind, perhaps maybe even pitying. "We've spent hours wandering the remnants of a dead man's land to let you live out whatever fuckery you have going on in your mind. Trust me, talking to someone who is still alive will give us a better chance of finding answers." "No," I began to protest, but Drake chimed in before I could gather my thoughts. His hand clamped on my shoulder as L
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five
Benji I fucked up. I seriously fucked up. I had anticipated my father would linger at Giovanni's for a considerable time, as his meetings typically consumed three to four hours. However, to my surprise, he emerged in less than thirty-eight minutes, his presence barely registering in the atmosphere. Bambi is to be confined to her room like a fragile secret, and she is not permitted to step outside its confines unless she receives explicit permission or instruction from him. I count myself fortunate that he didn't catch sight of her perched at our table, an incongruous figure that didn't belong, her expression a mask of stoic rudeness. She sat there, unblinking, as if waiting for a moment that would quite possibly come—a silent figure at the scene of our family's strained dynamics, unwillingly poised to greet the man who holds dominion over her life. As I watched him scan the room with an inscrutable gaze, I felt a wave of unease wash over me. He turned sharply on his heel and e
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Four
Continued: "Who, sir?" the man at the table Derek stands at stutters, his unease evident as he shifts under Derek's unwavering gaze. "Franko, I need him," Derek replies, his tone sharp and unforgiving, his impatience evident as if the question itself is a trivial annoyance. I dare not turn around, my back rigid against the demands of the moment, feeling the weight of anticipation pressing heavily on my shoulders. "He's in the IT room, planning, sir," the man offers cautiously, like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters. Relief floods his tone, shifiting his voice an octave lower. "Good. We need it done now," Derek growls, his footfalls formidable and echoing against the walls of the now hushed canteen, which has lost all semblance of the lively chatter that once filled the air. I squeeze my eyes shut against the rising anxiety, half-expecting him to notice us—or, more precisely, me—beside the towering shadow of his son's presence. The feeling of being an intruder in this s
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Three
Bianca We dash across the golden sand of the beach, the salty breeze whipping through our hair as we push forward. Benji, ever the impulse of energy, scoops me up effortlessly and urges me onto his back. His laughter mingles with the sound of crashing waves as he looks freer than I've ever seen him. I wonder if this is his escape, a special place he brings himself to feel some sense of control, but I can't ask that, not with the knowledge that we are on a time limit. Together, we plunge into the tunnel's shadowy embrace, its damp walls guiding us deeper into his father's formidable domain and farther from the openness of the beach above. As we burst into the dim light, two of the men from earlier stand waiting for us, their expressions grim as they deliver unsettling news: his father is closing in faster than we had anticipated. "You won't get her back to her room before you encounter him," one warns, his eyes darting nervously. "Then we need a plan B," Benji replies, det
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two
Niko As the boat glides away from the shore, it plunges into an oppressive silence that plays tricks on my mind, amplifying every whisper of the wind and the soft lapping of waves against the hull. A wave of anticipation surges within me at the thought of reuniting with Bianca, but beneath that excitement lies a disquieting suspicion about how our subsequent encounter will unfold. Aurelio's shadow now looms large in my thoughts, and I can't shake the feeling that he is somehow entwined in this situation. The revelation that Bianca is a weapon—of the humankind—is a chilling truth that sends shivers down my spine. Its weight is almost too much to bear. If Mitchel's warnings hold any truth, then I find myself drawn into a perilous game whose rules I do not fully comprehend. Yet, oddly enough, the idea of fighting with every ounce of my being to protect Bianca doesn't daunt me; instead, it ignites a flicker of determination within me, igniting a fire I never knew burned so fiercely. A
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixty One
Bianca "Reset?" I echo his words, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, including anger rising to the surface like a temptress. "You can't just reset a human," I shout, snatching my hand away to create a palpable distance between us—a barrier for my turbulent thoughts. He regards me with an expression of concern, his posture shifting as he widens his stance. He leans slightly forward, as if ready to spring into action at any moment. With each cautious step backwards, I carve out the space I desperately need, the distance mirrored in his anxious gaze. "Bambi," he warns softly, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I just need space. I need to breathe," I insist, my words tumbling out like waves crashing against the shore. To calm my racing heart, I lower myself onto the soft, golden grains of sand, sinking my toes into the warmth the sun generously spreads beneath me. The gentle sound of the rolling waves provides a soothing backdrop, momentarily easing my turbulent thoughts. "I'
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