The Devil You Need

SALLY'S POV The first thing I felt was pain, a dull, pounding ache in my skull that throbbed with every heartbeat. The second was cold, antiseptic, sterile, humming machines, the faint scent of bleach. A hospital, I could tell without opening my eyes.The third… was betrayal."…has nine lives like a damn cat." a voice laughed, low and familiar. Kelvin. "How does she always survive?""She wasn’t supposed to kill Frank." Another voice hissed. Pamela, my best friend. The person who held my hand through heartbreak, the one who helped zip up my dress. "The plan was simple, drug her, have sex with her, get the footage, and blackmail her with it. How the hell did she end up killing him instead?""She must have panicked." Kelvin said. "Maybe he moved too fast but it doesn’t matter. I still win."I lay still, my body stiff and heavy, my breathing slow and shallow. I didn’t move, I couldn’t, not without blowing my cover. My eyes remained shut, but every word seared itself into my skin."You th

DOOM’S POVI listened in silence, arms folded across my chest, while Sally recounted everything, each word carving a deeper scar into my patience. I stood up, pacing around my office angrily.The date with Frank, the setup, the drugged wine. How the bastard tried to force himself on her, how she pushed him, and he died. Then waking up in a hospital bed, only to hear the two people she thought she could trust, plotting her destruction while they moaned and fucked beside her unconscious body.Pamela and Kelvin are fucked and that's a fact... Two fucking insects who had the audacity to betray my girl.My jaw clenched, and the air in my study went heavy.Sally’s voice broke at one point, and I noticed her fingers trembling. She tried to hide it, but I saw, I always fucking saw. The sight of her like this made my blood turn molten with rage.She stopped talking, that was all I needed to hear."Fuck." I cursed as I slammed my fist onto the desk with a crack that made her flinch, then I roar

DOOM’S POVI adjusted the collar on my shirt, black silk stretched over muscle, the sleeves rolled just enough to show the serpent tattoo that curled down my forearm. The night was dressed in silence, only the low hum of the estate’s security system breaking through. My Glock rested on the desk beside me, fully loaded, because no good date ever started without a gun nearby... That's just my opinion.I wasn’t a romantic guy, far from it but for Sally, I would pretend to be. She deserved one quiet night.I turned toward the door, expecting her, instead, Victor walked in... He didn’t speak, didn’t need to. His expression said everything.I cocked a brow. "Say it before I lose interest.""I assume you are telling her tonight." He said."About?" I asked, my voice as bored as it was lethal.Victor met my gaze. "About what you really want from her."I chuckled, deep and dry. "Hell no, why would you assume that?" I asked curiously."You promised to hand her Kelvin and Pam." He said. "You are

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours. I poured the wine, her favourite, Amarone della Valpolicella, and positioned her favourite meal across from me. Creamy lobster risotto with garlic butter asparagus, truffle oil, and a touch of lemon zest. She had once raved about it during one of our late-night conversations, the kind of detail I stored away like treasure. I heard her coming before I saw her, the soft whisper of silk brushing agains

SALLY’S POV“An egg?”I blinked in disbelief, my voice cracking from the build up of rage and confusion tearing through my chest. "Are you fucking kidding me?"There it was, glowing softly under the room’s dim light, resting innocently inside the chest that had been locked away for God knows how many years."You did all this… set me up for murder, forced Kelvin to betray me, manipulated my life like a puppet master... just for a damn egg?"That finally pulled his gaze from the chest. He lifted his head, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them."Point of correction, Princess." He said coldly, his voice deeper, almost unnatural, odd and unfamiliar. "That is not just an egg, it’s deeper than you could ever understand."I let out a short, bitter laugh. "So, you ruined my life. Played me, controlled me, and stole my father’s key, one he obviously never wanted you to have, and now you want me to just accept that this egg is so important? And let you get away with this?”He smiled slowly,