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Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
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Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two 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
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two 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,
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One
Bianca For 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 fo
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two 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 se
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred And Ninteen
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,
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two 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 lea
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen
Niko There is no painkiller available, so I brace myself as Sven takes on the critical task of patching up the jagged hole left by the bullet. With a steady hand and an unwavering focus, he threads a needle, meticulously preparing to stitch the two sides of skin that have been forcibly separated. Every prick of the needle feels like a sharp jolt, each tug a reminder of the shot endured. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to maintain composure as I watch the world around me blurring in and out of focus through bleary eyes. Bianca's earlier theft of the medical gear now weighs heavily on my mind, amplifying my discomfort as Sven deftly works, weaving the sutures with expertise honed through experience, binding my flesh back together with every careful stitch. This isn't the first time I've sat bleary-eyed and disoriented in the aftermath of a gunshot. In most other instances, I could rely on the numbing embrace of alcohol to drown out my demons, but today is different. "There, it s
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
Continued: "Guys," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper as Sven meticulously cleans the dried blood from Niko's back, using his old t-shirt and a bottle of water that I hadn't had the chance to swipe myself. The air is thick with tension, and the desperate urgency of the moment hangs heavily around us. "In the market, at the stall. I saw Benji Densel there," I confess, the reality of the encounter clawing at my mind. "What?" Niko suddenly jolts closer, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. His hand gently cradles my cheek as if trying to draw out the truth from me. "What did he want?" Sven's voice is low but laced with a sinister curiosity, a faint hint that he suspected as much but hadn't chosen to ask before. "Nothing," I reply with a shrug, though a frown creases my brow. The memory of Benji's inscrutable expression and actions is unsettling. "He just pushed me towards you and vanished as quickly as he appeared, like a ghost slipping through the shadows." An
Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
Bianca Niko isn't where we left him, or so it appeared as I stepped out of the bustling market, the vibrant sounds and aromas still echoing in my mind. An icy wave of fear coursed through me as I scanned the expanse of golden sand, which bore the faint impressions of our earlier presence—the remnants of our hurried footsteps now nearly erased by the shifting grains. "Niko?" I whispered, my voice barely rising above the whisper of a breeze, the weight of anxiety coiling in my stomach. "Here," he called out, his voice barely breaking through the soft rustle of sand as he emerged from just beyond a small sandy dune, a surprising sight against the backdrop of the sun-drenched landscape. I raced toward him, heart pounding in my chest, my hands instinctively checking over his form. A shiver of concern shot through me as I noticed the dark, damp patches on his shirt, a stark contrast to the sizable patch of blood I hated before. "You scared me," I admonished, my voice a mix of relief
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