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Chapter 118: In the Arms of the Devil
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 119: When Clayton Speaks, Hell Listens.
My breath hitched as I met Clayton Blade’s eyes. The rest of the world faded. The distant hum of the television turned into white noise. It was just me and him, a moment I never wanted.Panic jolted through me, but I shoved it down. I was weak, but I wouldn't let him see it. Not now. Not ever.“Put me down,” I gritted, ignoring my exhaustion.Clayton smirked, his grip firm, amused—like a predator toying with prey."Now, now, Angel," he drawled. "Is that how you greet family? Or the man who saved your skull?"I stiffened, hatred bubbling under my skin. “If I could turn back time, I'd sooner let this fall end me than be caught by you."His smirk deepened, smug—like he knew something I didn’t. And it infuriated me."Then why are you still lying in my hands?" His voice mocked, his knowing eyes burning into mine.Fury ignited. I shoved against his chest, ignoring the pain as I forced myself up despite the searing pain that shot through my limbs. He moved to help me again, but I slapped his
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The stench of death wasn’t here, but I swore I could smell it. With the way it glistened on the broadcast, tracing jagged patterns across the floor, seeping into cracks. The camera zoomed in—the crimson name glared back at me. My pulse pounded, a deafening roar against the eerie silence.Clayton stopped mid-step. The sound of the television seized him in place; his hand hovered on his cufflinks. The news anchor’s voice was clinical and detached as he continued his report—~“Authorities report that the victim was found bound to a chair with a knife plunged through her abdomen, impaling her straight through to the back of the chair. Pinning her to the seat.”~I exhaled sharply, my stomach knotting. My gaze locked onto the screen. The image of the lifeless girl, her delicate features frozen in a haunting stillness.“God.” I rasped, and my hand shot up, covering my mouth as bile rose in my throat. The reporter continued, her voice cold as she described the gruesome scene. The victim’s in
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The door slammed into the wall with a resounding thud.Clayton and I didn’t flinch. We knew who it was. But the look on Dontrell’s face twisted my stomach—I’d never seen him like this. His fury was untamed. Deadly. My relief at seeing him lasted only a second before fear clawed its way back.His heavy footsteps pounded like the warning drum of a storm about to break. Dontrell loomed into the room. His chest heaved, knuckles bone white with rage.His gaze fell on me, and then it went back to Clayton."You have three seconds to explain." He growled, like a lion ready to tear down everything in his path.I didn’t understand. What was he saying?Clayton didn’t lower the pocket knife in his grip. He held it steady like a predator, waiting.“Clayton—" My voice shook. "What did you do?"His cold eyes cut to me. "None of your business, bitch."Dontrell moved.It was like a lightning strike. One second he was in front of me—the next, he lunged. His fist slammed into Clayton’s jaw, knocking him
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“You piece of shit!” Dontrell’s voice was raw and deadly.A roar ripped from him as he launched a blow, then another, his fists colliding with Clayton’s face. Blood smeared his knuckles, but Clayton didn’t fight back. He just laughed maniacally, even as blood dripped from his mouth.Dontrell’s final punch cracked against Clayton’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. Still, he laughed—a madman revelling in chaos.When Dontrell finally stopped, panting, Clayton wiped his lip.“She was weak,” he said simply. “And weakness gets eliminated.”“You scoundrel,” I spat, shaking in my seat. “She was your sister.”Clayton only blinked. “So?”My world shattered.I could barely breathe. I had seen cruelty before, but nothing matched the cold, calculated violence in Clayton’s eyes. He followed orders without hesitation—terrifyingly efficient. My chest tightened at the thought: if fate had led me to him instead of Dontrell, I’d have been destroyed. Marrying Dontrell hadn’t just saved me—it had spared m
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"I could take my time, fuck you slow and sweet," I rasped, thrusting deep into her from behind. "But we both know you don’t want that."Her curves, the way she arched—spine taut like a drawn bow—made for this.I held her still, stretching her to take every inch as I drove in harder. My fingers dug into soft flesh, forcing her to stay still as I drove in again, harder this time, stretching her to fit every inch of me. The sharp slap of skin slapped against the skin, mingling with the waves crashing below the building."You love being used like this, don’t you?" My voice was guttural and filled with hunger. "Bent over, helpless, taking everything I give you.”Allison moaned, bracing against the white couch as her back arched. The golden hour light spilling through the glass doors kissed her sweat-slicked skin, highlighting every trembling inch of her. I couldn’t stop staring.I trailed a hand down her spine, pressing between her shoulders until she bent, her ass curving into a perfect h
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I held her hand. For a moment, I swore she’d say yes. Her lips parted, breath unsteady—just enough to make me believe.Then she pulled away, turning my world to ice.“You don’t get it, do you?” Her voice was gentle—one last kindness before the kill. “I can’t go with you, Andrew.”I shifted closer. “You can—”“No.” Her voice cracked like thunder. “I can’t.”She sucked in a breath, her fingers twitching, but I didn’t let go.My pulse pounded like a war drum. I let out a slow breath, my voice dropping low.“Tell me you don’t feel it,” I whispered, gripping her tighter. “Tell me you wouldn’t want it. Just once.”Her burning gaze met mine. I knew—Dontrell was the reason.But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.“You’re lying,” I murmured, steady. “If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have come to me tonight. You wouldn’t be looking at me like that.” My pulse pounded as I leaned in. “We belong somewhere else, away from all of this. You know that.”Her jaw clenched. “Andrew—”“No one will find us,” I
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The yacht rocked, the Pacific stretching endlessly. Midnight in Fiji, yet the sky gleamed. Lights glinted off the polished deck, reflecting in the waves. Seated at the yacht’s highest point, I took in the empty ocean. The air reeked of salt and wealth—the kind men like me controlled, unseen, and unstoppable.My phone buzzed in my palm. Fang.I brought it to my ear without a greeting. "I told you—I’m not coming home."Fang let out a sigh on the other end. "Clayton won’t stop calling, boss. He’s blowing up docks looking for you.""He won’t find me," I said. "And if he keeps sending my father’s men to my ports to stalk me, I’ll start sending them back in body bags."Silence. Fang knew I wasn’t bluffing."He won’t stop. Neither will your father. His men prowl the docks like strays, sniffing for your yacht.” Fang’s irritation mirrored my own.I let the silence stretch, staring into the horizon. When I finally spoke, my voice was steel. “Next time my father’s men lurk, shoot them. Send me a
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The air turned heavy with silence. My men stood rigid, guns up, but I stayed still. Back straight, I let the moment sink in. Across from me, Rocco’s men mirrored mine, fingers tense on triggers.Silence. Weapons gripped. Tension, a brewing storm.I eyed Rocco, voice honed to a deadly point. “That’s the game you want to play? You won’t like how I end it."He raised his hands. "A mistake. Bad count, maybe."I snarled. "A miscalculation?" My tone was calm, but the weight of the threat was clear. “You don’t seem like a guy who miscounts."Rocco paused, then nodded at Bruno. Another briefcase hit the table, snapping open—more bricks."Relax, Blade. Just a mix-up. My men likely switched briefcases. Another of my allies arrives in a few days, and the boxes must've been mislabeled.""I narrowed my eyes. 'I’m not your ally. And at this rate, this might be our first and last deal.”Rocco forced a smile. “No need for that, Don.”Axel checked the briefcase, locked it, and nodded. That was all the
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