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GHOST AND THREAT

Penulis: Siemuri Daniella
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-13 20:40:36

I had been playing my role perfectly. The out-of-his-league girlfriend who might be tempted by someone better. Men at the event were easy. They slipped their numbers into my palm when they thought Roberto wasn’t watching.

But Rob was acting strange. His usual swagger was gone. His posture was tight, his expression locked. If the man he saw wasn’t the broker, why did he look like he’d seen a ghost?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He was reported dead a long time ago. He’s my uncle,” he said, jaw clenched. The carefree Rob vanished in an instant, replaced by something colder.

I tried to follow his gaze, but the crowd shifted and blocked my view.

“Is he the broker?” I asked.

“Uncle Victor? No. But he sure has a lot of explaining to do.”

“How do you know for sure he isn’t the broker?”

“Because the broker killed my family. Victor was the one who stayed. He raised me until he handed me off to Vito.”

The air around us suddenly felt heavier. Everything seemed to circle back to his grandfather i
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  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    TENSION

    I excused myself from Rob and his uncle, claiming I needed to freshen up, but really I just needed a moment to breathe. The atmosphere in that place was thick with secrets, and Victor’s gaze hadn’t sat right with me. The hallway was quiet, the music behind me muffled now. I pushed open the door to the powder room, only to stop dead in my tracks. A woman stood inside, her back slightly hunched, one hand gripping the edge of the marble counter. Blood trailed from her nose, smeared across her upper lip and staining the lace sleeve of her dress. In front of her stood a man in a decorated military uniform, blocking the doorway like a barrier. “Are you okay?” I asked the woman directly. “She’s fine,” the man said quickly, too quickly. “She’s bleeding,” I replied, my voice sharper now. “My wife fell,” he added, pulling her into his chest like a shield. The woman didn’t speak. She kept her head slightly lowered, eyes hidden beneath heavy lashes. But when she tilted her face up, just en

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    GREATEST WEAKNESS

    BIANCAI flicked the ash off the joint, but the burn in my lungs did nothing to soothe the pressure beneath my skin. My body hummed with a strange kind of restlessness, the kind that couldn’t be smoked away. The evening air was too still, too quiet for a house full of laughter.I looked down at the card resting beside me on the balcony ledge. Its back caught the dim light, and for a moment, the numbers shimmered like something alive. A number. No name. No title. Just a message carved in silence. The unease that settled in my gut hadn’t moved since the man handed it to me earlier, slipping it into my hand like a gift wrapped in something sinister.I stepped on the joint and ground it out beneath my heel, the embers dying under pressure. I picked up the card and slid it into the neckline of my dress before walking back inside.The atmosphere had shifted. Nothing overt. The music still played in smooth, seductive waves. The chatter still rose and fell with practiced ease. But something u

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    GHOST AND THREAT

    I had been playing my role perfectly. The out-of-his-league girlfriend who might be tempted by someone better. Men at the event were easy. They slipped their numbers into my palm when they thought Roberto wasn’t watching.But Rob was acting strange. His usual swagger was gone. His posture was tight, his expression locked. If the man he saw wasn’t the broker, why did he look like he’d seen a ghost?“What do you mean?” I asked.“He was reported dead a long time ago. He’s my uncle,” he said, jaw clenched. The carefree Rob vanished in an instant, replaced by something colder.I tried to follow his gaze, but the crowd shifted and blocked my view.“Is he the broker?” I asked.“Uncle Victor? No. But he sure has a lot of explaining to do.”“How do you know for sure he isn’t the broker?”“Because the broker killed my family. Victor was the one who stayed. He raised me until he handed me off to Vito.”The air around us suddenly felt heavier. Everything seemed to circle back to his grandfather i

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    GHOST

    We got into the hotel room in no time. It was a large suite with a private kitchen, a walk-in closet, and one bed. There was a vanity for her to get ready and more space than we needed. “Why didn’t you pay for two beds?” Her voice called out from the bathroom. “We need to keep up the act. These people are powerful enough to look into our lives. If we’re not sharing a bed, they’ll know something is off. And if you’re really my girl, why wouldn’t we?” I asked, keeping my voice calm. She came out and faced me. “So we have to fuck too?” she asked. Yes. “No,” I said. “I don’t like this at all.” I sighed. “So what, you wanna head back home?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “I want this to be over. This whole thing. Pretending to be your girlfriend. Wearing someone else’s face.” I stared at her. The green lenses dulled her eyes but did nothing to hide the fire in them. It sat just beneath the surface, daring me to push her further. “You agreed to this,” I said

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    ARRIVAL

    It took eight hours to get from New York to Venice, but it felt like less. I barely blinked. I had work to review, a plan to finalize, and a woman on board who made it harder to think straight with every glance she threw over her shoulder. I left Bianca with Liana to finalize her measurements and make adjustments to the dress. The hair was already dyed. I had agreed to the color. Deep red, something rich and dangerous. The green lenses were my idea. They softened the cold silver of her real eyes. I thought it might dull her effect on people. I was wrong. She was still as breathtaking as ever and that was infuriating. No one should be that dangerous and that beautiful at the same time. And yet there she was. In my jet. In my space. In my plan. I hated her, no doubt. But maybe I wanted her. Maybe both could be true. But love? No. Bianca Marcello was not capable of love. That part of her had been surgically removed years ago. What was left was appetite. Hunger. And maybe that was

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    WEAPONIZED CLEAVAGE

    We stepped into the jet.“You will sit here,” he said, motioning toward the wide leather seat across from his. I didn’t argue. I just narrowed my eyes like I was daring him to test my limits.“Come stai, vecchio amico?” A woman who looked like she was in her middle-aged era emerged from the private cabin, clearly greeting Rob more than me.“I’m fine, Giuliana,” Rob responded.Giuliana, the jet’s in-house stylist, stood poised with a tray of lenses, scissors, and silk scarves. Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun.“Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible.“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me.“Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream.“She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked.“Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly,

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    WET DREAMS

    “You are such a perfect little mess for me. Look at you. Trembling. Dripping. Breathless. My favorite obsession, laid out like a gift. You want me to ruin you again, don’t you? Say it, my greedy little bitch. Tell me how much this cock means to your needy, soaking cunt. Good girl. That is it. My filthy goddess.”His lips brushed my neck as his tongue dragged across my skin. I moaned in response, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, completely at his mercy.“Open your eyes, my queen.”I opened my eyes. And froze.Rob was standing over me.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with a smirk that made me want to scream.“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I asked. It came out more embarrassed than angry. I had just had a sex dream in front of the most obnoxious man in existence.“You forgot we have an early flight,” he said, his smirk stretching even wider.My heart dropped. Was I squirming in my sleep? Did I moan? I did not even need to touch myself to know I was already soaked. Oh my god.

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    CHESSBOARD

    I hadn’t slept. The courtroom victory waiting at dawn didn’t matter. All night I’d been buried in obscure archives, jumping from encrypted forums to abandoned blogs, chasing a name no one spoke aloud.The Broker.Nothing concrete. Just scattered warnings. Cryptic symbols. A thread in a Venice, based crime blog caught my eye, an article buried behind a paywall, translated poorly. A photograph showed the corner of a masked man’s coat… In Venice.But now it was morning, and I had a job to do. ***“Your honor, I think we have to pay attention to every detail I have pointed out to the court,” I said, voice calm as glass as I took my seat.Mr. Smith, the prosecutor, clenched his jaw so tight his temple pulsed. I met his glare with indifference. He hated being outplayed and I’d just buried his case.The judge’s voice cut through the courtroom. “Judgment is in favor of the defense.”I rose with my client and walked out before the final echoes of the

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    PURPOSE

    You don’t walk away from a man like Jason Clarke. You bury him. But she’s holding back. And if she won’t do it, I will.I know what everyone around Bianca is up to. Their habits, their routines, their little secrets. Their favorite lies. That’s what makes them predictable. Easy prey.Jason was the easiest.I’d been watching him for weeks, letting him run his mouth and paw at women like the world owed him something. But when he touched her, when he cornered Bianca and made her flinch… that was his death sentence. She let it go, but I didn’t. Couldn’t.I waited across the street, hidden between dumpsters behind a strip of boutique buildings. The luxury club he loved so much was glowing like a brothel muted gold lights, sleek black glass, security at the front but blind as fuck to the back alley. Leonardo and I had been here too many times for business trips in New York. I knew the layout by memory. Every blind spot. Every shortcut. Every exit.Jason walked out just after midnight, talk

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