บททั้งหมดของ Deal With The Devil: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

(Bright’s POV) When Cole said "business," I was expecting something like dark shits, maybe guns or drugs. I was all in, you know? I was ready to accept whatever shit he’s doing just to put gold bars on the table. But this? Really? Music is pounding through the walls like bombs, and I feel it shaking the floor beneath my feet. Lights are flashing in shades of rainbow, cutting through the smoky haze that I have no idea where it’s coming from. I’m thinking that maybe it’s cigarette smoke, but strawberry scented. All I know is that It’s making my head spin like a merry-go-round. People are everywhere in the room. They’re dancing, grinding, drinking, and losing themselves in the music like wild animals. This is far from the “mafia business” I expected. This is just a club. Well… a very liberated club. Cole led me through the sea of dancing people. I could feel a few of them brushing against me, but Cole was q

(Bright’s POV) I sat by the pool, while watching how the sunlight rippled across the water. I’ve been watching it because I like how it makes everything shimmer in my eyes. It’s a good view if you ask me. It should be relaxing, but my mind refuses to be still. ‘You’re not supposed to be here.’ Jade’s words are looping in my head, over and over. It feels like a broken phonograph, and I’m finding it hard to focus. What the hell did she mean by that? Not supposed to be here how? Like where am I supposed to be if not here then? Outside the door is that what she means? Does it have something to do with Cole's business? Some secret, messed-up mafia plan I accidentally got caught up in? I exhaled sharply and raked my fingers through my hair. Maybe she just hates me to the core that’s why she said that. I just know that she wouldn’t dare to say something like that to me if Cole was listening. That bitch is scared of him.

(Bright’s POV) I sat on the edge of my bed, scrolling through my phone, and pretending to be absorbed in whatever nonsense is on the screen. I think I was watching social media influencers doing pranks on people, then I somehow got myself into “other” types of social media influencers eating their food in front of the camera. Honestly, my mind is elsewhere. Cole hasn’t come back all day. The last time I heard from him was still the same time that I woke up without him beside me in bed. I just hate the fact that he’s always away like… I don’t even know why I care at this point It’s not like I want to see him, right? But after what happened today, after that dinner with his controlling psycho Daddy… I just feel weird. Like something is shifting, but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. The maids are desperately trying to keep me entertained, but I always shoo them away. I’m not really in the mood to do anything right now. I have

(Bright’s POV) Wow. That's a hell of a long story. I should have believed him when he told me that he’s about to tell me a long one. I glanced at the window. The sun was still up when he started his dramatic backstory, but it’s dark outside now. I leaned back in my chair, still absorbing everything Isaac just told me. His past was insane. It wasn’t really easy how he got himself into the position where he is right now. It was blood, sweat, and tears. The risks he took to get to where he is now, how he ended up working for Cole—it’s overwhelming. I never expected this from him when I walked into the room. I tend to forget that some of them have lives and backstories, too. I didn’t know what to expect, honestly. Maybe some surface-level story, something vague and distant. But this? This feels raw. Something that came straight out of a documentary movie. I can’t even explain in words how fucked this all are to me. “W

(Third Person’s POV) Inside the grand kitchen, Bright and Isaac are busy cooking a traditional Italian dish that they randomly decided to make to kill some time together. Their laughter filled the silent corners of the Vendetta mansion as they played with each other in the fancy kitchen. Bright was serious about learning how to cook, but Isaac would always make fun of him for being clueless to almost everything in the kitchen. He would prank him about the smallest thing, like adding more salt to his soup when he’s not looking, or hiding the ladle when he knows he needs it. This was something he didn't expect from the “always serious” right hand of Cole. He seemed like a very different person since he shared his story with him. It’s like he opened his doors that were closed for the longest time. Even back in prison, he was always frowning and not talking to anyone. He’s just starting to realize how childish Isaac really is a friend. He’s the ki