Todos los capítulos de The Devils Game : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The sound of joyous laughter echoed throughout the space, filling the air with an infectious energy. As I placed the platter of juicy, ripe fruits onto the table, the rich aroma of tobacco and musk filled my senses, sending shivers down my spine. "Ah, the corruption within the force is truly a godsend, my friends," One of Viktor's boisterous companions exclaimed, his stout frame seated in the chair like a mountain and a crimson hue warming his chiselled features. His patchy hair was slicked back to obscure his bald spot, as he puffed on his cigarette before erupting into a vicious cough that made me flinch.The man beside me chimed in, "Absolutely, those pigs will sell their souls for a fistful of cash. Despicable, really." His deep voice rumbled in agreement as he stole a fleeting glance at my cleavage. Hastily, I reached forward to snatch the empty tray just as our eyes met.As I make my way towards the door, his lecherous stare follows me like a menacing shadow. Despite my best ef

Saint's grand abode was a sprawling fortress of solitude, a regal palace seemingly built for royalty. It took a good forty minutes to traverse the winding roads that led to this mammoth mansion of opulence, with its grandiose dimensions twice that of Abel's humble abode. Yet despite its impressive façade, inside lay an eerie stillness; the vast halls and empty spaces devoid of any human presence. It was a ghostly refuge that whispered with secrets, waiting for the right tenant to bring it back to life.As I step into the house, the vast space feels like a breath of fresh air. The lack of bulky furniture allows the room to breathe and bathe in the sunshine that pours in through the wall-wide window at the end of the foyer. The view is breathtaking - the Eiffel Tower towers over the City of Love in all its glory. Lush greenery and exquisite artwork adorn the walls of the foyer, lending an air of sophistication to the space. The luxurious marble flooring is a sight to behold, gleaming

The group collectively turned to face me, their countenances now riddled with fear. “What?” I question. “Y-you just killed a man in cold blood.” He states fearfully. I place the gun on the table, adjusting myself on the seat. "Just a friendly reminder," I spoke softly, my tone laced with venom, "to watch your words when it comes to my wife." I chuckle to myself, tracing the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger. “We are ruthless and we do get whatever we want.” As Roy's words triggered a realisation in their minds, Don succumbed to the nausea and vomited violently, staining the floor with chunks of his dinner. Abel winced, while Irena stood by the door, crinkling her nose in disgust. "Jesus fucking christ" I muttered under my breath. Kai tried to speak, but his words came out as incoherent gibberish. "Don't bother, Kai," I interrupted, taking a sip of the fiery liquor that scorched my throat. "I won't kill you. Not unless you give me a reason to." Don wiped his mouth,

The sun is a fading disk in a violet sky, casting splinters of neon blue and orange over the tweed France sky.Tatiana appears beside me as my luggage is standing beside her. "Thank you Tatiana."She smiles softly, handing over the black luggage to me. I took it from her grasp and sighed."Irena." Tatiana calls out, I lift my gaze meeting her tender gaze. She reaches out to me but stops realising that I don't like being touched. She quickly lowers her hands and crimson creeps up into her cheeks. "Call me when you need anything. Anything at all." She announces. "You're too kind." I declare and she shakes her head. "Don't even worry about it. We family know. We have to take care of each other."After my talk with Tatiana earlier on today, 3 hours later Abel came back. He didn't look like his friendly self. He has his poker face on and would glare at me occasionally but made sure Tatiana didn't notice. He informed me that Saint is back and I should get ready to leave.I sensed something

"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello, Z