All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LucaLeaning forward, I catch Emma's neck and hold her still before me. She's apologising, which irks me, so I tell her so with a deep voice of control."You have nothing to apologise for, bambina.""I hit you," she sighs, running her fingertip over the slight swelling around my eye.She did hit me, and rightly so. I was acting manic; I wasn't allowing her space. I refused to let her leave and all that after I wrongly accused her of cheating which I still need to investigate who exactly sent me those damn fucking images.They say pictures tell a thousand words; well, perhaps they conceal a thousand truths.I can completely accept that she felt backed into a corner, and I'm glad she raised her back to me in a way.The fact she can stand up to me is something our relationship obviously needs, but I don't wish to push her so close to the edge to cause her to strike out.I want to be better; I intend to be better. I don't know how, but I will strive to be the man she deserves—if she lets

Emma"We should leave. It would be best if you didn't stay with him," Bianca notes unhappily as Niko finishes replaying my utterly private conversation in a condensed form that suits him.Luca's parents have just left, and though I feel as if Luca and I had a breakthrough that was much needed and is something I honestly want to explore more, I decided to come back to Niko's room to give myself time to recuperate and also keep the distance that perhaps is the right course of action for the pair of us at the moment.Niko is hissing unhappily in his weapons closet, gathering a few articles of clothing that I presume he intends to change into for bed. The evening is upon us, and despite not having eaten dinner yet—even though I can smell it cooking, I'm ready to fall into a mattress to sleep.Apparently, Niko is done with work today, and he's adamant that he should probably find another room to sleep in.Of course, I told him not to be silly. This is his room, not mine, so it should be Bi

It's been four fucking days of Emma sleeping in Niko's room, and I'm about ready to murder that fucker with anything that comes within a breadth of my fingertips.She's kept her distance, giving me only moments like breakfast and dinner to speak with her. It doesn't help that Bianca, too, is staying away, seemingly choosing sides with Niko and perhaps Emma.Her words of disgust haven't slipped my notice, but then again, I did have her kidnapped—she just doesn't know that I did that to prevent my father from killing her to send that much-needed message to her father.Bianca is disrespecting my home and myself, something I'm only putting up with because she's Emma's sister.Anyway, enough of them. I've decided to take things into my own hands. I need to get Emma away from whispered opinions that might be our undoing. And a business deal came up at the last minute.Call it an excuse to get her out of my compound. Or call it a coincidence that my father called for me to leave as soon as p

He nods, grabs hold of the hand I was holding my stomach with, and we entwine our fingers together in a show of unity. My eyes fall on our hands, and they remain there as we travel through the winding roads surrounding Luca's private compound. "Did team three cover the private strip? Is it cleared?" Luca sighs gruffly, sounding almost as if he might be a tad cautious if talking aloud."Everything cleared five minutes ago, the plane, too. Though Niko wants us on the plane and leaving within fifteen minutes of arriving," Mass admits, his eyes darting to me in the rearview mirror."I agree, we can't be too safe considering the underground movements.""What movements?" I question quietly."There's been talk of people grouping up to go against me," Luca shrugs, not particularly making eye contact and obviously unwilling to elaborate any further.The sudden crack of a gun fills the air around us. One. Two. Three—the bulletproof glass to my right beside Leonardo cracking into a million pie

"I'll need to use one of you as bait," Emma notes, crawling to me. "Trust me, Luca. I can do this; I just need to see where they are, then they'll die.""And whilst you're lying there with that gun, you're vulnerable. They'll have a scope too, Emma.""I know—" she sighs. "But what other chance do we have? It's either me walking out there as bait—.""Not happening!""Or it's one of you. I'll cover you. I won't allow you to die.""I'll walk out there," Mass pipes up, annoying me to no end. Why does he feel the need to go against me now, especially when things are so up in the air?"You're hurt," I tell him."Then you see, it doesn't matter. If they shoot me, and it's got the three of you out of here, then that's my job done."He crawls down the car, reaching into the back seat. It collapses forward, and a bag falls onto the roof. He grabs for it, bringing it out to dump before Emma.Her fingers greedily take the bag, and I watch through that red haze as she grabs for the gun and the amm