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2025-04-07 15:15:09
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THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD CHESS PIECE
ROBERTO Bianca had been in her room for ten minutes now. Her coffee and toast sat untouched on the kitchen counter, completely cold. Ping. I glanced at my phone. A confirmation text. My team was in place. Trusted men positioned around her house, hidden in plain sight—some disguised as lawnmowers, gardeners, even handymen. All of them watching from the shadows. They wouldn’t interfere unless something went wrong. But they were ready. I had to meet Vanessa before she did something even more unpredictable. I could’ve ignored her. Should’ve. But when someone like Vanessa is off her meds and circling your orbit again, silence is the dumbest move you can make. The only thing more dangerous than a woman like her… is a woman like her who thinks you’ve stopped caring. And right now? I cared. Because whatever she was planning—it wasn’t random. She’d already made a move on Bianca. That made it personal. ⸻ I arrived at the café ten minutes early and spotted her before she saw me. She
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD TWISTED
My mind jumped from the amputated tongue I had to get rid of earlier. I could feel him before I saw him. The air shifted, grew heavier, charged with a kind of tension I hated. The sound of his footsteps was familiar, unmistakable, and as much as I tried to ignore it, my pulse quickened.I kept my eyes on the book in my hands, pretending I didn’t know he was there. But I did. I always did. Rob had a way of making his presence known, like a storm on the horizon silent, but you could feel the thunder before it ever struck.“Bianca.”His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably him. I didn’t even bother to look up.“Why are you here?” I spat, the words coming out sharper than I meant. I was glad he was out. I had the house to myself to panic over the PI’s death. “Leo sent me. He told me to look after you because he trust me. Because I can keep you safe,” he replied, his voice slightly slurred, but the control was still there, just barely.I finally glanced up at him, my eyes narrowing ins
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD THE BROKER 1
Everything that happened didn’t happen. No. He says Leo sent him but the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching tells a different story. He’s not just following orders. I don’t know if he’s here to protect his number one enemy—me—or control me. Maybe both. I drowned myself in work. Buried myself in it. Anything to avoid acknowledging the tension that wrapped itself around the air whenever he was near. He didn’t ask to hitch a ride with me to the firm today, thank God. But somehow, that made it worse. I still caught sight of him in the rearview mirror, his motorcycle trailing behind my car like a shadow I couldn’t shake. But I made it to work. I was safe. At peace - at least as much peace as one can afford when you suspect everyone around you might be plotting your murder. Even Jason was on his best behavior, thankfully ignoring Roberto like I told him to. The intercom buzzed, slicing through the quiet. I answered absently. “Yes?” “Nice to hear your voic
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-30THE 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-01THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD BIANCA
“Yes, Mr. Brown. I’ll have it on your desk first thing in the morning,” I said into the phone before dropping it with a loud bang. God, I hate today. I’ve been working late all week, and the stress was catching up to me. I desperately needed a break before I crashed out. I grabbed my Birkin and my keys, rushing out of the office toward the parking lot. But first, I had to endure pretending to be nice to my coworkers in the elevator. Fuck, give me a break! I forced a smile as I stepped inside. Thankfully, it was late, and there were only four of us in the elevator: Mr. Thomas, the office’s self-proclaimed playboy who was always trying to get into the pants of every new staff member, and two interns. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll bring you some fresh homemade pastries tomorrow,” Mrs. Bayerns said sweetly. She was the senior partner of the firm—affectionate, chubby, and always trying to smother everyone in kindness. “Thank you, Mrs. Bayerns,” I replied with a polite smile, but befor
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-12THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD ROB
I got off the phone with Leonardo—my best friend, my boss, my Don—and sank into a chair, exhaling deeply. I had come to Italy from Spain to handle some urgent business, and finally, it was done. Like the understanding man he was, Leo had given me a few days off, and I couldn’t be more grateful. And yet, even with time to breathe, she still found a way into my mind. I sighed, resigned. There was no winning when it came to her. Not that I’d ever admit defeat. I was strong. She was strong. I didn’t need to spend my time off worrying about her reckless ass. And yet… My fingers moved before I could stop them, checking for any news on her. The moment I realized what I was doing, I dropped the phone as if it burned me. Disgusted—not with the device, but with myself. I grabbed the joint from the table and lit it up, inhaling deeply, waiting for the familiar release. But it wasn’t enough. Before I could overthink it, I picked up my phone again and dialed Jenny’s number, relieved when
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-14THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD BIANA 2
BIANCA’S POV No need to add him to my enemies list—he was already at the top. But something about the way he was acting didn’t sit right. He didn’t look like his usual self. He looked like shit, even worse than usual. “What the hell were you doing at a bar like that?” he asked, his tone low and edged with frustration. “Didn’t you see my text warning you not to go in?” I turned to face him, rolling my eyes. “Calm down, you idiot. I’m fine, as you can see. And no, I didn’t see your text. You’re blocked!” I snapped, walking into my living room and ignoring him. He followed me. “There was a notorious criminal gang at that bar, Bianca,” he said, his thick Italian accent making every syllable of my name feel like a slow burn. Suddenly, I felt the weirdest pull. Italian accents? Really? What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get laid—ASAP. I gave him a pointed look. “And here I am, safe and sound. Wait… have you been spying on me?” My anger flared up, my heart pounding in
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-16THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD ROB 2
Rob’s POV I silently cursed under my breath when the doorbell rang. What the fuck was I doing? I stormed past Bianca’s friend at the door, not giving a shit about whatever drama I was about to leave behind. She was safe now. My job was done. I had no reason to be here anymore. I yanked my car door open, ready to drive off and forget this whole night ever happened, but something stopped me. A glint—subtle, barely noticeable, but there. My gut twisted. Sniper scope. My gaze darted up to the window across the street. There it was again—a slight movement, the unmistakable outline of a rifle. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. The security guard stiffened, eyes wide with realization. But I didn’t give a damn about him. I turned on my heel and ran back into the house. The second I burst through the door, my brain barely registered what I was seeing. Bianca—standing there, tangled up with her friend. Kissing. What the fuck? It was a split-second thought, one I didn’t have
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-16
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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
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD THE BROKER 1
Everything that happened didn’t happen. No. He says Leo sent him but the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching tells a different story. He’s not just following orders. I don’t know if he’s here to protect his number one enemy—me—or control me. Maybe both. I drowned myself in work. Buried myself in it. Anything to avoid acknowledging the tension that wrapped itself around the air whenever he was near. He didn’t ask to hitch a ride with me to the firm today, thank God. But somehow, that made it worse. I still caught sight of him in the rearview mirror, his motorcycle trailing behind my car like a shadow I couldn’t shake. But I made it to work. I was safe. At peace - at least as much peace as one can afford when you suspect everyone around you might be plotting your murder. Even Jason was on his best behavior, thankfully ignoring Roberto like I told him to. The intercom buzzed, slicing through the quiet. I answered absently. “Yes?” “Nice to hear your voic
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD TWISTED
My mind jumped from the amputated tongue I had to get rid of earlier. I could feel him before I saw him. The air shifted, grew heavier, charged with a kind of tension I hated. The sound of his footsteps was familiar, unmistakable, and as much as I tried to ignore it, my pulse quickened.I kept my eyes on the book in my hands, pretending I didn’t know he was there. But I did. I always did. Rob had a way of making his presence known, like a storm on the horizon silent, but you could feel the thunder before it ever struck.“Bianca.”His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably him. I didn’t even bother to look up.“Why are you here?” I spat, the words coming out sharper than I meant. I was glad he was out. I had the house to myself to panic over the PI’s death. “Leo sent me. He told me to look after you because he trust me. Because I can keep you safe,” he replied, his voice slightly slurred, but the control was still there, just barely.I finally glanced up at him, my eyes narrowing ins
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD CHESS PIECE
ROBERTO Bianca had been in her room for ten minutes now. Her coffee and toast sat untouched on the kitchen counter, completely cold. Ping. I glanced at my phone. A confirmation text. My team was in place. Trusted men positioned around her house, hidden in plain sight—some disguised as lawnmowers, gardeners, even handymen. All of them watching from the shadows. They wouldn’t interfere unless something went wrong. But they were ready. I had to meet Vanessa before she did something even more unpredictable. I could’ve ignored her. Should’ve. But when someone like Vanessa is off her meds and circling your orbit again, silence is the dumbest move you can make. The only thing more dangerous than a woman like her… is a woman like her who thinks you’ve stopped caring. And right now? I cared. Because whatever she was planning—it wasn’t random. She’d already made a move on Bianca. That made it personal. ⸻ I arrived at the café ten minutes early and spotted her before she saw me. She
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD SCREWED
I padded across the hardwood floor, the faint squeak of my damp feet echoing in the quiet apartment as I headed for the kitchen. Rob sprawled on the couch like he owned the damn place—one leg stretched out, laptop balanced on his thighs, brows furrowed in focus. The glow of the screen lit his face in the dim afternoon light filtering through the blinds. I slowed my steps, catching the faint scent of his coffee lingering in the air as I passed him in my loungewear, hair still dripping from the shower.“You work a lot for someone who isn’t employed here,” I muttered, reaching for a glass from the cupboard. The cool edge pressed into my palm, grounding me as I flicked a glance his way.His eyes flicked up, the corner of his lips twitching into that infuriatingly smug smirk. “Why? Jealous I’m being productive while you’re wandering around in nightwear at noon?”“It’s a sexy lounge set, you creep,” I corrected, brushing a wet strand of hair off my shoulder. The fabric clung lightly to my s
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD NOT GOOD ENOUGH
ROBJason turned fully toward me. Smug little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth like he was glad I showed up.“Perfect,” he said, like this was an invitation he’d been waiting on.I took two steps in, slow and deliberate. “You were saying something about it being on sight?”He chuckled and rubbed his jaw like he was weighing whether to swing first or wait. “Yeah, I was. You thought you could lay your hands on me and that would be the end of it?”“I thought I was being generous.”My fists curled at my sides. I saw the way his jaw tensed. He wasn’t joking anymore. His eyes flicked to Bianca, like she was his audience. Like he was showing off.Bad idea.“She’s not yours, Rob,” he said, voice louder now. “You don’t get to guard her like some wild fucking dog and pretend you own her.”Bianca stood up sharply. “Jason, shut your mouth—”“No,” he snapped. “Let him hear it. I don’t care if you don’t like it, Rob. I’m not scared of you. You think just because you’ve been around longer, t
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD FIRE AND ACID
ROBI didn’t smell smoke until it was too late.By the time I got to the lobby, chaos had already broken out. Security barking into their radios, staff scrambling around like ants, the stench of burning plastic hanging low and heavy.I grabbed the nearest firm guard by the collar. “What caused it?”He looked nervous. “We don’t know yet. Someone tampered with the electrical box at the end of the hall, or someone left—”“It was Vanessa.”The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. My blood ran cold. My stomach turned.If it was her—if Vanessa really set off that fire alarm—then she was off her meds again. No question about it.She had been prescribed anti-psychotics. Strong ones. It wasn’t a secret, not between us. Not after everything that happened. Our relationship didn’t implode because I was a heartless bastard. It fell apart because she was unstable in ways I couldn’t help or fix.She was obsessive. Possessive. And not in a sexy, jealous-girlfriend way. No. Vanessa’s k
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD VANESSA
BIANCAThe fire alarm screams through the halls like a banshee, red lights spinning over the polished floors. I don’t flinch. I don’t move. I just sit behind my desk, fingers lightly grazing the keys of my laptop.Mr. Thomas must be at it again. Probably burned some old files while sneaking a smoke in the storage room. Third time this month. Another habit I’ll fix soon now that I’m in charge of more than my own caseload.But the woman sitting across from me? She doesn’t blink either. Doesn’t look confused, doesn’t even glance at the flashing lights or the emergency signs. Her gaze is fixed. Too fixed. There’s something too still about her.Vanessa.Her clothes scream money, and her posture screams entitlement. But underneath the expensive perfume and neatly pressed blouse is an edge that’s hard to miss. I don’t trust her. And I don’t like that she’s in my office uninvited during a fire alarm.“Sharon,” I say, cool and steady, “get your journal and take our client’s information.”Sharo
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD OH DARLING
BIANCAI paced behind my desk, the phone hot against my ear, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. My temples throbbed—an ache born from caffeine, deadlines, and the relentless incompetence of people who insisted on calling me.The call ended, and before I could even lower the phone, it rang again.I bit down a groan and answered. “Yes, Mr. Hughes.”His voice was already blustering through, all righteousness and flustered ego. “I just got off the phone with Collins, and he says you advised him to—”“I’m aware,” I cut in, trying to keep my tone even. My heels clicked softly against the hardwood as I turned. “If your associate already filed the motion, then why are you—”“I’m calling because it wasn’t properly reviewed. You know what kind of mess that’ll be in court.”I closed my eyes, exhaling through my teeth. “No, I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m saying we need to fix it before the judge catches it and sanctions your firm.”The silence on the other end was tight and heavy. Go
