บททั้งหมดของ Shadow Beneath The Stars (Demented Devils) MC : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I stare at my phone for a moment longer, then shove it into my pocket, feeling the weight of its secrets press against me. Turning to my mother, I force a smile, my heart racing beneath my calm facade. “Wish me luck!” I say, the words tumbling out with a mix of hope and desperation.Her smile is warm but tinged with an edge of worry as she moves in for a hug. “Good luck today!” she says, her voice steady but laced with unspoken fears.I pull away, gripping my purse tightly in one hand, my other hovering over the door handle like it’s a lifeline. As I step outside, I lean back in, my smile widening despite the knots in my stomach. “I’ll call you if I need a ride.”She nods, her eyes lingering on me as I close the door, watching until I see her car disappear from the lot. The moment the sound of her engine fades, I exhale, releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The familiar swish of my scrubs fills the silence as I stride toward the entrance of the sterile hospital, the s

I exhale sharply, pushing the tension from my chest as I stride toward the nurses' station. I settle into my seat, fingers tightening around the folder of patient charts, the weight of responsibility heavy in my grip. As I boot up the computer, the familiar hum of machinery fills the air, providing a false sense of normalcy. I dive into the reports for their release and daily charts, letting the rhythm of typing ground me until a voice pulls me abruptly from my focus.To my left stands a young woman, strikingly pretty with dark hair twisted into a clip, her brown eyes darting around the bustling emergency room. She wears mauve scrubs—the unmistakable uniform of the Neonatal department—an island of color amid the sea of blue that surrounds me. Her presence feels out of place, like a whisper intruding on a storm.She’s speaking animatedly with a new nurse who just clocked in—one I barely noticed while I was preparing to inject Reaper with air into his IV. The Neonatal nurse's laughter ri

Just the sight of Armando ignited a fierce anger within me, stirring a reckless impulse to lash out. In a fit of defiance, I texted Demetri. My fingers flew across the screen, a careless flirtation fueled by my memories of that electric kiss we shared one fateful night. I could still feel how his body had entwined with mine, how the moment had stretched longer than necessary until my mother’s abrupt interruption shattered our world.I sent off the message and slipped my phone into my purse, my heart racing as the last police officer exited the hospital. A cute cop named Roland handed me his card, his blue eyes glimmering with unspoken promise. “We’ll have a patrol car parked outside in case any of the Reapers Crew decides to return,” he said, his tone reassuring.“Thank you. That makes me feel a bit safer,” I replied, forcing a smile while my insides twisted. As Roland turned back toward his cruiser, I couldn’t shake the conflicting emotions. I huffed and stepped onto the sidewalk, th

I zip up my bag and set it next to the door, the tension thickening in my chest as I move toward the kitchen. I settle into a bar stool, the cold steel biting against my skin, and wait for Demetri. The hallway thrums with distant sounds, a symphony of life that feels worlds away from me.Adriana glides into view, draped in a light pink robe that sways gently around her form. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, strands cascading softly around her shoulders. My heart races, not from desire, but from the dread pooling in my gut.She greets me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips—soft, familiar. But it feels hollow, a gesture stripped of warmth. “Good morning,” she whispers, her breath brushing against my skin as she wraps her arms around my neck, the intimacy of the moment stinging. As her hand travels down my abdomen, nudging at my groin, my body betrays me, stirring in response despite my mind's frantic warnings. I can feel i

I loathed the man behind me—the coward who abandoned Maya and her mother, choosing to play the part of a doting father to Reaper and that girl who looked so much like her. He was a fraud, a spineless traitor, and I was determined to expose him for what he truly was.Maya had no idea her father was still alive, lurking in the shadows like the coward he was. It broke my heart to think about shattering her world with the truth, but she needed to open her eyes and see him for who he really was. I knew she would despise me for it, but I’d rather her spit venom at me than remain blissfully ignorant while that bastard hid behind a facade.“Take a left here!” the old man yelled, his voice barely cutting through the roar of the engine that vibrated beneath us.I obeyed, yanking the handlebars to the left with a reckless thrill, the bike nearly tipping over as I fought for balance. Every inch of me was on fire, ignited by the adrenaline and fueled by the rage simmering just below the surface. Th