Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Niko "Call team three to question the locals," Luca instructed, his voice firm as we stepped out of the dimly lit hotel and into the narrow alleyway we had recently escaped through. Today, an eerie stillness blanketed the mainland, an unsettling contrast to the usually vibrant street life. A sense of abandonment hung in the air, likely a consequence of the violent shootout that had erupted between rival mafia families just yesterday. My choice to create that mess has sent an underlying message to every family that there's rivalry, though whether the word has spread who fought or not is still to be determined. This mainland, a heavily fortified section of the mafia elite's holdings, was a world unto itself. Most residents were either tightly woven into the fabric of their families—through blood, obligation, or a lifetime of service—or simply enjoying a quiet retirement after a life steeped in crime. The families invested substantial resources into the community, ensuring its surv

Bianca Benji guides me back to my room, the air thick with an oppressive silence that feels almost suffocating while the tears cascade down his cheeks like silent rivers of anguish. Every step he takes seems to weigh heavy on his heart, the pain evident in the clenched muscles of his jaw and the rigidness of his posture. As we pause, waiting for the door to mysteriously swing open, I reach out instinctively, yearning to connect with him. But he turns away, his grip on my wrist becoming a vice-like hold, firm and unyielding. The tension between us crackles with unspoken anger, swirling beneath the surface like a storm ready to erupt. I brace myself for the fallout, convinced that I deserve it after my actions. In a twisted way, I welcomed it; perhaps a slice of pain would be better than this unbearable guilt. Yet, when the door finally creaks open, he pushes me inside with a surprising gentleness that contrasts sharply with my expectations. The door clicks shut behind him, the s

Continued: "Shut up, Mother," Franko demands, his tone icy and frightening, as the back of his hand meets her cheek with a resounding crack. The atmosphere shifts sharply; every feminine gaze drops to their laps, avoiding the growing tension. The other women present are notably younger, and I can't shake the impression that they might be girlfriends rather than wives or mothers to Derek's sons. Their expressions are a mix of shock, fear, and, most importantly, jealousy. "I see that's taken my sons by surprise," Derek admits with a keen smile, his voice dripping with sardonic amusement. "The women can leave now," he stipulates, beckoning the men from outside to assist in herding them away. As they pull their chairs back, a silent invitation to stand, one man approaches me, but Derek intercepts him with a slow shake of his finger. "She stays." The man steps back, compliance etched across his features, as he helps usher the other women out. He closes the door with a heavy thud

Continued: "Yeah, I know that," I reply, my frown deepening as Sven looks at me guiltily. "But what I don't understand is what the hell happened to you." "I chose to leave; I couldn't bring myself to believe you would keep us safe. And sending in that phone was a sure way to track its whereabouts, not to mention the tracker they led us to believe resided in Bianca. But you have accomplished a far better job than I ever could. We wouldn't have gotten out of that hotel without your quick thinking." "We both failed," I reply with a slight shrug, my gaze drifting toward Luca as I make my way over to where Sven is sitting. He has tidied himself up a bit now—his injuries are still visible in the form of cuts and bruises, the only remnants of the brutal attack he endured. The blood that once stained his skin is gone, along with the vacant, haunted expression the drugs had induced. "Can you walk me through what happened?" "I went to seek assistance from a friend. I could trust him, so

Continued: "Make sure she doesn't harm him,"I command, snapping my fingers with a sense of urgency. Solomen meets my gaze, his eyes reflecting understanding as he gives a sharp nod before quickly retreating to follow my orders. I gesture toward the grand dining room doors, signalling for them to be locked securely. Moments later, I hear the sound of the heavy bolts sliding into place while my men stand resolutely at their posts outside, their watchful presence a silent promise of protection. "I'm sorry about that,"I mutter with despair, putting my working blinkers back on to get to the point of this meeting. "I brought you here for a purpose, and I need your help. That girl possesses something incredibly valuable—information that could protect our families from the ever-looming shadows of fear. With the numbers she holds, we can finally assert control, ensuring that Puro becomes enforceable and our futures secure. Look around us. With the presence of your son Debois, your grandso