Semua Bab His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Continued:Just beyond the threshold, a chaotic scene unfolds. People flood the space, darting around in a frenzy—mostly children, their faces twisted in fear as they sprint for safety, their small feet pounding against the ground as though their very lives hinge on their escape. But the moment they catch sight of us, their terrified cacophony falls silent, replaced by an eerie stillness that hangs heavy in the air.With steely determination, Luca strides through the doorway, his gun poised and ready. His eyes scan the room with a predator's intensity, searching for signs of danger in the tense atmosphere.There seems to be no danger, just a group of children huddled together in a stark, barely furnished room. Small, gurney-style beds are scattered across the space, their metal frames contrasting sharply with the peeling paint on the walls. The air is thick with uncertainty and the faint scent of disinfectant.A small boy steps forward, his curious gaze fixed on us. His features are h

Continued:"Bianca?" I call, my jealously dripping from every sylable of her name.Luca swiftly sidesteps me, his desperation palpable as he charges into the room, determined to reach Bianca. It's as though the very essence of his being is woven into the urgency of his actions. He kneels beside her, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek, a tender gesture that speaks volumes of his concern. His voice, laced with warmth, urges her to move away from the fool I'm about to murder in cold fucking blood. My guns drawn, and I step inside with stealth as I walk right to him. He looks half dead as it is, and I pretend I'm doing this for his own interest. The safety clicks back, and I'm pressing down on the trigger."No," Bianca steps before the gun, her eyes wild and protective of him making me jealously rage."Move, Bee.""You can't kill him, Niko.""And why the fuck not?" I spit moving to the left hating that she adjusts her protection to follow me and then again to the right as I te

Continued:He worked skillfully, his fingers dancing over the buttons as he hacked into the door's code, focused and determined. After what felt like an eternity, a soft buzzing filled the air, accompanied by a triumphant green light that illuminated the area above the door. I glanced over to see Luca, Drake, and Mitchel—three formidable leaders that rule our mafia with an iron fist—raising their hands in a silent command, their expressions steely as they signaled for their men to prepare for a fight and their men moved into position before them both a protective stance and following their silent commands.With a mix of tension and anticipation, Benji pushed the door open, his gaze never wavering from mine, as if he was trying to convey an unspoken promise. In an instant, the silence shattered as a barrage of bullets erupted from the room, echoing like thunder in the chaos.The men behind me began to return fire and I leaned into Benji, covering my eyes with his chest, and my ears wi

Continued:Peering into the room, my gaze falls on Benji, lying unconscious on the table, his chest eerily exposed as if caught in a moment of vulnerability. The glint of surgical instruments catches the harsh overhead light, and the doctor deftly inserts piping into Benji's chest cavity, a stark reminder of the life-and-death situation unfolding before us."Tell me what to do," Bianca says, her voice steadier now, though I can still sense the uncertainty shadowing her demeanor. The weight of the moment hangs heavily in the air, punctuated by the beeping machines that seem to monitor not just Benji's life but our own connection to it, too."I'm more than willing to scrub in," Luca declares, striding into the state-of-the-art operating room with a sense of purpose. He effortlessly peels off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt beneath, and rolls up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, which speak of both strength and agility. He approaches the sink, methodically scrubbing

BiancaEmma was waiting on tenterhooks, her skin glistening with a warm, sunkissed glow as I stepped into the dining room for dinner that very night I had woken. The soft, golden light of the setting sun streamed through the windows, casting a welcoming hue across the room. She flung herself at me with unrestrained joy, taking my hand from Niko's grip as she enveloped me tightly, her laughter ringing like music in the air."Oh, bee!" she cried, her voice filled with delight as she held me so closely that I momentarily questioned whether we had ever truly parted. The world around us faded, leaving just the warmth of her presence and the happiness that danced between us. She hasn't held me that close in what feels like an eternity, and for just as long, I've found myself resisting that kind of intimacy. The warmth of her embrace still lingers as Niko clears his throat, jarring us back into the present. My gaze sweeps over the long dining table, beautifully set with plates brimming with