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30 ~ The Devil's Dark Side

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Brinda

I held onto the briefcase in my right hand like my life depended on it as I moved around the people finding their way to their different destinations on the streets.

The past few days of my life have been nothing but hell. Francesco wouldn't control the devil inside him and I had been a pawn to his dark side. All he did was to punish me just for trying to seduce him.

I am bothered with two things though. One, he hasn't asked for the crypt key nor has he taken a step that is hideous because I have kept my eyes on him the whole fucking time. Two, there has been no attack or signs of Marshall even while I tried to track him down.

Where could he be hiding?

I glanced at the timer in my head. Just five minutes left. I have to deliver the goods in the briefcase and leave the area quickly.

As I turned to the street on the left, I was greeted by the faint smell of alcohol that rented the air but I kept a straight face and remained vigilant.

I noticed a bungalow with a red door as
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    “She’s awake,” Francesco repeated, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion.Valerie's eyes gleamed with unshed tears as the tray slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. She rushed to the bedside and gently pushed Francesco aside — though truthfully, he gave way without resistance.She climbed into bed beside Brinda, whose eyes stared blankly, disoriented. Her gaze landed on Valerie’s tear-streaked face. A moment later, Valerie pulled her into a tight embrace.“You… You’re back. Thank you,” Valerie whispered, her voice trembling.Brinda hesitated, her arms hovering before they slowly wrapped around Valerie’s back. “Yeah… I guess,” she murmured.Valerie gently pulled away and tucked a strand of Brinda’s hair behind her ear. “You need a proper bath after this.”Brinda's eyes shifted across the room — landing on Francesco.He was standing strong.Alive.

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    FrancescoA few minutes after Bullet left, the room grew quiet, save for the distant cawing of birds and the soft creak of wooden beams above my head. The air was thick with the smell of old timber and herbs — a scent that reminded me of forgotten places and quiet grief.And yes… Brinda. I narrowed my eyes towards her direction. She was still sleeping peacefully. Peacefully? How do I know that? But, I think so. I've been feeling the urge to touch her yet, I can't. Or, can I? I shut my eyes as I began to move my hands towards her…Then, the door creaked open gently.The old woman from earlier walked in, her hunched frame steady as she balanced a worn-out tray with both hands. Her wrinkled fingers trembled slightly under the weight, and her footsteps whispered against the dusty wooden floor. The scent of boiled greens hit me before the tray landed, and I instinctively sat up, hope stirring in my gut.My stomach grumbled as my eyes settled on the bowl she placed before me. But the brie

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