บททั้งหมดของ Shadow Beneath The Stars (Demented Devils) MC : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Demetri sat across from me, fingers entwined tightly as I leaned back, tension crackling in the air. “You wanted to talk? Then speak up,” I bit out, my jaw clenched, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me.“I know where to find Reaper,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of hesitation. “I’ve heard he likes to take the underground sewers to avoid detection.” He turned to face me, but his eyes darted away before they could lock onto mine. I knew why. The guilt and discomfort hung thick between us like smoke; he was tangled up with Maya, my girl—the one I had let myself fall for, body and soul. A knot of rage twisted in my gut at the thought of him taking what was mine, using her like some disposable toy.“I honestly don’t care where to find Reaper anymore,” I shot back, my voice low and dangerous as I pushed myself up from the table. “I’m done with this whole search for him.” I moved toward the coat rack, the weight of my jacket feeling like a shroud as I fought against

“Where the hell did Armando go?” I demanded, shoving my coffee mug into the dishwasher with a force that echoed my agitation. Demetri paced like a caged animal in the kitchen, his tension palpable, until my mother stormed in, her face a canvas painted with fury.“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping away from the dishwasher as she claimed a seat at the counter. Demetri slipped out of the room, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. I could sense it; something was festering inside him, and today—after Armando’s abrupt departure—he might finally reveal it.“Your father is what’s wrong with me! That son of a bitch is back, and my rage is boiling!” Her hands trembled as I instinctively rubbed her back, dread tightening my chest when I noticed the absence of her engagement ring—the massive diamond surrounded by tiny stones that had always gleamed on her finger. Gone. Silence weighed heavily as my mother broke down, her tear-streaked face igniting a primal urge within me to hunt down my

A wave of unease twisted my stomach as I yanked my sweater over my scrubs. My head spun slightly, the lingering effects of whatever had wrecked me, but at least I could keep water down—that was a victory, right? Grabbing my keys, I glanced at the clock, the numbers blurring momentarily before snapping into focus. My car, returned just yesterday, sat waiting outside. A junker, sure, but it was mine—battered, beaten, and paid for.“Mom, I’m leaving!” My voice echoed through the house, cutting through the sound of the upstairs shower sputtering to life.My father was already gone, retreating to his other life—his apartment, his other daughter, his mother… my grandmother. The thought burned like acid in my chest, but I swallowed it down and forced myself to move.The drive to the hospital passed in a haze, the rattling hum of my Camry doing little to drown out the storm inside my head. I parked under a tree, its leaves clinging stubbornly to the branches like my grip on sanity. Grabbin

Demetri was still and quiet on the bed that Armando had put him on. The breathing tube was still down his throat, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that felt steadier than before—but I knew it was only a matter of time before they came looking for us. The hospital knew he was gone. I was gone too. They’d piece it together soon enough: I took him. And once the CCTV footage surfaced—me dragging his limp body to my car—it would be everywhere. My face. My hands. My panic. My nerves were shot. My hands shook with fear and I hated every minute of it, but I had no choice. Reaper’s crew was going to kill him. What they did to him was cruel and evil, and now that I knew he was my boyfriend—my Demetri—it only made things worse than they already were. I sat beside him, brushing his hair back from his forehead, whispering things I wasn’t sure he could hear. “You’re safe now,” I said. “You’re home.” But the compound didn’t feel safe. Not anymore. Armando’s crew was scattered a

Amelia didn’t fight when I grabbed her arm.She didn’t scream.She didn’t beg.She didn’t even try to pull away.She just let me take her — like she’d already accepted whatever was coming.Her steps were shaky as I dragged her down the hallway, her breath hitching every few seconds. The compound was loud behind us — men shouting orders, boots pounding, radios crackling — but in this hallway, it was quiet. Too quiet. Like the house itself was holding its breath.“Armando…” she whispered.“Don’t,” I said.She swallowed hard. “I just—”“I said don’t.”Her voice died instantly.We reached the top of the basement stairs. The door was old, heavy, reinforced with steel. I pulled it open, and the cold air rushed up from below — damp, stale, unforgiving.Amelia froze.Her fingers tightened around my wrist, not enough to stop me, just enough to show she was still human.“Please,” she whispered. “Just… tell me what he’s going to do.”I looked at her — really looked at her.Her eyes were swolle