Semua Bab Bound To The Devil : Bab 111 - Bab 120

ELENA DUVALDimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us.“Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's.“He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”A breath of air escaped my lungs in understanding. “The man who killed your father and brother?”Dimitri nodded once. His eyes darkened as he took the pictures from me, tossing them on the table. “Ivan’s plan has always been to infiltrate my territory, and he found the perfect man to. Zach. With the company as a front, he could quietly smuggle drugs and arms”“How did you find out?”“Zach had no choice but to spit it all out,”I didn't even bother to ask what he meant by that, I could only imagine.“Ivan’s in town. The report says he's been around for a while but smartly laid low,”“Unt

ELENA DUVALThe rest of the hours passed with the cold filling the air, the heater running low, and no word from Dimitri. To say I was worried was an exaggerated understatement.I slid quietly from the bed, trying not to wake up Zoey. I'd spent hours consoling her after I told her about Chloe's death. I wished Chloe was here as well. I wished we could have found her. The guilt of not finding them sooner would forever weigh on me.I left the room, heading to the living room. Torin was standing at the front door, checking his time while Jayden was seated at the dining table. “Did you hear anything from him yet?” I asked Torin.“He hasn't written yet,” He said slowly.“That's a bad sign right?” Torin didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes told me everything. This was a fucking bad sign.A shiver rocked through me. I put on the jacket hanging on the couch and joined Tiffany on the terrace. “How’s she?” She turned to glance at me, handing over a glass of whiskey she'd been drinki

DIMITRI CASTELLOI'd never felt any of these before. Fear, pain, and vulnerability. They were all foreign to me. But I felt every one of those in the last few hours. I rubbed my hand against my face. Elena had thrown herself in front of me. Had caught a bullet for me. The thought that I could have lost her was driving me crazy.Elena still hadn't woken up. She was still knocked out from the pain meds the Doc gave to her. She was currently in the master's bedroom. I'd allowed Tiffany and Zoey to stay with her, while I sort out the mess with the others.The cleaning-up team had discarded the human trash and returned the house to its original state. I was with Luca and Torin when Zoey came to inform me Elena had regained consciousness.Elena was still lying on the bed by the time I got to the bedroom. But she was awake. Dark shadows spread under her gorgeous eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead while Tiffany and her sister left the room.“Do you need morphine?” I asked and she

(SEVEN MONTHS AGO IN MONTENEGRO)SKYLAR DUVALThe male voices from a distance were almost indecipherable. The chit-chat between the bastard Thomas and the man called Frizz was almost unheard from where I stood outside in the darkness. But it wasn't a hard guess to figure out what they'd be talking about. It was the reason we were here. The new set of women that were about to be led straight into their new hell.I swallowed at the mild cold biting my skin, while I waited for Thomas and Frizz to wrap up their conversation. I wasn't even sure why I was here. Why the cruelest monster I know, Tymon Mazur, had insisted I tagged along with Thomas almost every time a new shipment of women was being brought. I didn't like it one bit. It made me feel as filthy as them.My strain of thoughts was cut off by the heat of someone's stare. I didn't want to look, but slowly, I tilted my head to where a black SUV was parked, and once my eyes spotted two men, I stiffened at the malevolence ebbing from th

SAVIO RUSSO“What the fuck?” I snarled almost in rage, pacing back and forth the massive room I was led to by Thomas while he went to fetch some poor victim I could have fun with.“What the actual fuck!” I repeated again, more anger choked my throat as I kept listening to the fuckload of voice messages left by Lorenzo and Dimitri about an hour ago.Things were fucked up. Salvatore Russo was back. And he had Lorenzo's wife, Tiffany, and my younger brother, Dario.I fought the urge to yell while I kept listening. According to everything Lorenzo explained, our father was working with Tymon Mazur and he was somewhere on this property. No doubt one of the mansions. If that was the case, there was a high chance my cover was blown.Fuck.As soon as I was done, I pulled a call to Lorenzo but it went straight to voicemail. I tried Dimitri's and thank fuck he answered.“What the fuck is going on? Tell me Lorenzo didn't meet that fucking old man alone,”“He did,” Dimitri's cold voice sounded. “Lu