Semua Bab THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Bab 131 - Bab 140

The house of emotions could only stand solely on the firm foundation of love. If love is not there, then the walls of emotions will not sustain the weight of deep-wracking events of life. Margarita never thought the day she ruminate a hundred times in her mind would come and imprint her heart in such a gratifying manner.Her heart was dancing in euphoria; she couldn’t keep the happiness of being so close to her dad. If asked at this moment what her wish was, she might not answer this question. All her desires and wishes have come true. All this time, her house of emotions was out of order, but as the foundation of love engulfed her, everything fell correctly.They came home, and she discovered a new way to pursue that architecture. It was not the haunted memory of Ethan anymore, but the peace she made with him.“Welcome home, Jellybean.” Decker’s side hugged her, not allowing her to step away from the moment she came. It was not her, but he also emitted the suffering he had all these

Mateo and Samson came out to an open parking lot. Hundreds of cars were parked, and there was not a single building he could see where the owner of these cars could hide. A single coffee house filled with a handful of people still didn’t justify dozens of vehicles.“What are you looking at?” Mateo casually took out a cigar and burned it.“Nothing. I am still trying to figure out where the pub could be?” Mateo smiled and waved his hands towards his men to let Samson enter.“You would be surprised,”They entered the coffee shop, buzzing with old melodies and crackles of elders.“This way,” Samson followed Mateo to the storage room, where he opened a basement door. He could feel the thundering sound underneath her feet; there was something down there, more than his expectations.As Mateo opened another door, Samson’s ears got hit by the booming sound, and the aura of silence and curiosity changed into hardcore music and sensualism. The desires dripping on every corner of the space, the p

The morning was pleasant, but Samson was quiet, and Margarita needed to explain things about her leaving. The breakfast was served, and everyone came to the table.“How are you, pops?” Evan dared.Decker lifted his brown eyes and gave him a shot, where he fixed the last word he uttered in his presence.“Papa,” Evan looked to check if someone passed a giggle, but no one except Mateo gave a grin to him.He poked Margarita, who was silently eating her breakfast.“What happened to you? Did he do something?” he pointed toward Samson, who was busy scanning his phone.“Updating your location, Samson?” Decker hummed.Samson placed the phone aside and shook his head.“No sir, just checking everything is working fine in my absence or not,”“Good,”“Papa,” Margarita grabbed his compass back on her.“I have to leave,” Decker waited for her to give him more than that.“My internship... I have to go back to my work,” Decker hated when Margi had to say this, but he never wanted to become the reason

Blood trickled down from her lower lip, and the tracks of the fingerprints on her cheeks screamed the story of the torture she had suffered. Her eyes were swollen, and bloody spit drooled from his slack jaws. When dawn hit, she realized she harbored a hell of a pain. Every muscle had seized up, and the body was struggling to recover, to repair the damage. Unable to move with any grace, her movements were jerky. Hands and feet tied in cable ties.Still, she recoiled last night’s event and remembered what happened in those last moments when an unknown man took her down.Her heavy eyes scanned the perimeter and found out she was sitting in the middle of a factory, an old architecture with abandoned machines that might not have been used for years.Her throat chafed like sandpaper, and she could feel the metallic taste settling in her mouth of her blood.“Water,” Margarita struggled, but let down a groan.“Please, I need water,” the splash of water was thrown on her face to wake up her se

Death, this word will not define her one more time. The battle of life over death danced in her mind. The darkness was calling her name from those hollows of the past, Samson’s and Ethan’s faces assailing her mind like a heartbeat.It felt like she’d been asleep for years as she tried to open her eyes under the influence of heavy sedatives. She couldn’t remember the life she had in her body.White drapes, white room. She continued to struggle to keep up the senses.She did not know where she was until she heard the beep... beep... beep of the machines. She looked around and tried hard to remember what had happened to her in the last moments before she collapsed.It was a gunshot.The effect of sedatives had delayed her movement, and the words couldn’t be formed in her mouth. But the mind sifted and gifted her the exact moment to feel vulnerable, and only one word she could feel.Samson was dead.Warm water formed in her eyes and rippled down, with a temporary life to get absorbed in t