Semua Bab Shadow Beneath The Stars (Demented Devils) MC : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Panic engulfs me as I sprint across the rickety wooden bridge, my heart pounding against my ribcage like a war drum. The tires of my car screech to a halt, and every rational thought evaporates—there's a man sprawled near the water's edge, and he’s fighting for his life. My breath comes in jagged gasps as dread coils tightly in my stomach, twisting like a vise.As I close the distance, the sight plunges a knife into my gut—his torso is a canvas of despair, deep, seeping wounds marring his skin, tattoos swirling like tortured souls. A gaping hole in his abdomen spills crimson onto the grass, pooling around him; it paints a horrific picture that turns my stomach.“Sir?” I shout, my voice cracking, strained with fear and urgency, but deep down, I know he can’t hear me. My entire universe condenses to the rhythm of his labored breathing—slow, ragged, each gasp a desperate plea for survival that resonates deeper than my frantic heartbeat. I press my trembling fingers against his neck, pray

My eyes slowly adjusted to the harsh light flooding the room, and panic gripped me as I scanned my surroundings—nothing looked familiar. Then I saw her. The woman sitting across from me, her fingers nervously twirling around a white coffee mug, felt like an enigma wrapped in mystery. Her tousled blond hair framed a face that was both beautiful and haunting, but it was her eyes—those mesmerizing blue pools—that drew me in. They widened with surprise, a flicker of something deeper swirling within as she noticed I was conscious.But it was the dried blood caked beneath her fingernails that sent a chill down my spine. What the hell happened?“Where am I?” I croaked out, my voice rough and foreign, struggling against the fog clouding my memory. Each word felt like it tore through the haze, but the images remained elusive, dancing just out of reach.She set her cup down with a deliberate calmness and leaned toward me, her body taut and coiled like a spring ready to snap. The golden tan

I slammed the car door shut, heart racing, as panic clawed at my chest. I drove like a madman towards the ATM, desperation fueling my every movement. Armando’s money felt heavy in my hands, a lifeline wrapped in shadows. I deposited the cash and barely managed to pay the water bill—thank God I had just enough for electricity too. A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly overshadowed by the weight of Armando’s presence looming over my life now. My mind screamed in chaos. Would we even make it out alive? Just then, the panic hit me like a tidal wave. It wasn’t supposed to happen here—at the ATM, of all places. White dots erupted in front of my eyes as I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with fear. I fought to breathe, forcing myself to inhale deeply, letting the rush of air fill my lungs while the pressure twisted inside me. What was I going to do with him? The reality crashed down: the other gang knew about me, and now I was trapped in this mess, shackled to

He pressed his lips against mine, a soft yet electrifying connection that ignited something deep within me. The kiss was an unspoken declaration, a spark that blazed to life before I even had a chance to comprehend it. Armando was unlike anyone I'd ever encountered; there was a wildness to him that both thrilled and terrified me. When he finally revealed that he led a gang trafficking drugs, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. Shock coursed through me, leaving me breathless. What was I supposed to think? I shot a glare at the clock, its red digits glaring back at me in the stillness of the night. Past midnight. Time felt suspended as I turned to face the door, where Armando lay sprawled on the couch, his presence a heavy blanket over my thoughts. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips, a haunting reminder of our encounter. A slight smile crept onto my face, unwelcome yet insistent, as memories whirled in my mind. His hands had gripped my cheeks with such urgenc

I perched on a bar stool in the dimly lit kitchen of the cabin, my heart racing as I watched Luna methodically pour drink after drink into her glass. Her brown eyes were locked onto me with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “So you’re a nurse?” she slurred, her words thick and heavy, punctuated by unsteady sways. The empty vodka bottle stood like a sentinel beside her, a testament to the chaos spiraling around us. I shifted in my seat, straightening up as if trying to defy the weight of the moment. My hands intertwined nervously in my lap, and I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts, but they slipped away like sand through my fingers. It had been days since I last saw Armando, days spent in this cabin where Luna held me captive—no ropes binding my wrists today, but the invisible chains of anxiety and longing weighed heavily upon me.My mind drifted to him, an ache blooming in my chest. How was he? Did he need me? The mere thought of him tugged at my very essence, i