บททั้งหมดของ Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Bianca "Reset?" I echo his words, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, including anger rising to the surface like a temptress. "You can't just reset a human," I shout, snatching my hand away to create a palpable distance between us—a barrier for my turbulent thoughts. He regards me with an expression of concern, his posture shifting as he widens his stance. He leans slightly forward, as if ready to spring into action at any moment. With each cautious step backwards, I carve out the space I desperately need, the distance mirrored in his anxious gaze. "Bambi," he warns softly, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I just need space. I need to breathe," I insist, my words tumbling out like waves crashing against the shore. To calm my racing heart, I lower myself onto the soft, golden grains of sand, sinking my toes into the warmth the sun generously spreads beneath me. The gentle sound of the rolling waves provides a soothing backdrop, momentarily easing my turbulent thoughts. "I'

Bianca We dash across the golden sand of the beach, the salty breeze whipping through our hair as we push forward. Benji, ever the impulse of energy, scoops me up effortlessly and urges me onto his back. His laughter mingles with the sound of crashing waves as he looks freer than I've ever seen him. I wonder if this is his escape, a special place he brings himself to feel some sense of control, but I can't ask that, not with the knowledge that we are on a time limit. Together, we plunge into the tunnel's shadowy embrace, its damp walls guiding us deeper into his father's formidable domain and farther from the openness of the beach above. As we burst into the dim light, two of the men from earlier stand waiting for us, their expressions grim as they deliver unsettling news: his father is closing in faster than we had anticipated. "You won't get her back to her room before you encounter him," one warns, his eyes darting nervously. "Then we need a plan B," Benji replies, det

Benji I fucked up. I seriously fucked up. I had anticipated my father would linger at Giovanni's for a considerable time, as his meetings typically consumed three to four hours. However, to my surprise, he emerged in less than thirty-eight minutes, his presence barely registering in the atmosphere. Bambi is to be confined to her room like a fragile secret, and she is not permitted to step outside its confines unless she receives explicit permission or instruction from him. I count myself fortunate that he didn't catch sight of her perched at our table, an incongruous figure that didn't belong, her expression a mask of stoic rudeness. She sat there, unblinking, as if waiting for a moment that would quite possibly come—a silent figure at the scene of our family's strained dynamics, unwillingly poised to greet the man who holds dominion over her life. As I watched him scan the room with an inscrutable gaze, I felt a wave of unease wash over me. He turned sharply on his heel and e

Continued: "Niko?" Luca's voice pulls me back to the present, snapping me out of my grim reverie as I register that we've halted and a mob of people is spilling out of the grand house, guns drawn and pointed directly at us. "Thanks for the information," I mutter under my breath before ending the call, tension coiling within me like a spring ready to explode. Mitchel walks down the stern of the boat, jumping onto the dock as his men sully around him. "Mitchel?" Aurelio's voice cuts through the tension, laced with a hint of confusion. "Father. I believe you might possess something I'm in search of." Mitchel's tone is heavy with urgency, while his father's face sports a smirk that contrasts sharply with the scowl on Mitchel's. As they stand inches apart, the space between them crackles with unresolved emotions, their bodyguards parting like waves to allow this tense reunion. I take a step forward, instinctively wanting to intervene in this brewing storm, but Luca's hand shoot

Niko My hand hovers near the reassuring weight of my gun, firmly secured in its holster at my waist, as I stride forward, flanked by Luca and shadowed by Drake. The tense atmosphere feels charged like we're stepping into the lion's den of Aurelio's lair with only two-thirds of our defences in place. I sense an unsettling truth with each cautious step: Aurelio might be the surprising adversary we had failed to anticipate, lurking behind the veneer of charm and deception that cloaks him. His house stands as a striking testament to his wealth, an imposing structure cloaked in an elegant black exterior that commands attention. Surrounding it are expansive windows, gleaming like dark jewels, yet I can't help but notice the heavy shutters perched ominously at the top, hinting at the unsettling possibility of entrapment within those lavish walls. As we step through the sprawling threshold, Mitchel takes the lead, guiding us through the grandiose halls. The other men—around seventy stro