All Chapters of Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Continued: She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his pho

Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concen

Continued: Suddenly, girls invade the space, barely dressed in anything but lingerie and holding trays of drinks and food for me to choose from. Gingerly, I take a beer, popping the cap before placing it back on the girl's tray. I barely register what she looks like, keeping my eyes away from her. The second comes up on my left, offering food that I decline without glancing her way. "So it's true then, you're whipped by the Rossi spare?" Ivan asks. I hadn't noticed him re-entering the room, but I'm glad for the buffer he offers between myself and the girls he obviously sent in here to test me. Clearing my throat, I nod. Sitting forward to make eye contact with him as he sits opposite me. "Yes," is all I reply, happy to have some confirmation that Emma's true identity remains hidden as we wish. "Well, now I see why you want my biggest diamonds," he grins. Sitting opposite me on the desk that's obviously his, he places a singular tray before me with six rings spaced even

Continued: We all look from him to Emma expectantly. "We wanted to wait, father—," Luca admits sheepishly, bringing any chatter we were pretending to have to a halt. "Information is key, boy. Needn't you think we should protect the pair of them tomorrow when my house is full of biggest enemies?" Dimitri uses a gravelly tone. "I have it sorted," Luca spits back. "What Luca is saying is we've thought of every possibility, put contingencies in place, and know each exit route like the back of our hand. We're prepared to protect our future," Emma adds as Dimitri's face changes into pure rage; he's disappointed in Luca; it's evident to see. "Excellent, Emma. But what about your food and drinks? Toilet breaks? The drive home?" he counters her, his tone calmer than I expected. "I won't be alone. Mass will stay with me all night whether I'm with Luca or not—toilet or not. I'll bring a bottle of water from our home and nurse that all evening; I will not place it down. I also have Ange

Continued: The ceremony is happening in the outdoor permanent pavilion, which looks like a small house with no rooms. Today, there are rows and rows of seats side by side, with a gap between them, creating an aisle for Binanca to walk to me. It's at the end of that aisle where I stand, Luca beside me, as I greet every man and woman who smile reluctantly and greet me before taking their seat. I'm dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo that pinches at every place I bend, and yet it's the smartest thing I've ever put on. When Emma appears, dressed in a silver floor-length gown that hugs her every curve, I know my time as a single man is almost up. It's then I turn to Luca, producing the box from the jewellers that is worth more millions than I'd like to remember spending. I need his permission to use them, considering his father arranged separate rings. "What's this?" he asks with curiosity. I know for a fact that his father gave him the heirlooms from his grandparents and great-gra