Semua Bab Bound To The Devil : Bab 121 - Bab 130

SKYLAR DUVALGently, I placed the fresh flowers on the tombstone where Dad and Mom were buried. Or rather whatever was left of them from the fire three years ago after they were attacked and murdered. My sister's husband, Dimitri Castello had pulled the strings and ensured they were buried here. The day our parents died changed our lives forever. I gave one last glance at the tombstone before walking away back to where my sisters, Elena and Zoey were waiting for me beside the SUV while Torin, who was literally like Elena's shadow, was seated inside the car, behind the wheels. I still had trouble being around him or any other man. Tymon had not only abused me but he had ruined me for anyone else. I couldn't stand being next to a male figure.“What are your plans for today?” Elena asked as we were seated in the car, and Torin started the engine.I stiffened, hating this rerun conversation. “The same as yesterday, I guess,” “We should go out. More fresh air would do you good,” Elena's e

SAVIO RUSSO I was not going to lie, I hadn't done anything remotely close to this. I couldn't remember the last time I was in a room with a girl and I wasn't fucking her senseless.Fuck. I couldn't even remember the last time I got laid.It took a lot to shock me, but seeing Skylar Duval in La Haven for the first time that night two weeks ago had shocked me senseless. This was the last place I expected to see her, but frankly, I was glad she walked right through my doors.Where Dimitri and Lorenzo owned regular strip joints, nightclubs such as Paradiso and Club Sapphire, and casinos. I owned La Haven. It was home for whatever anyone wanted to indulge in. Some used it to live out their wildest sexual fantasies, while others used it for some kind of safe pace. The safety and security of the members are my priority as well as protecting the identities of my employees. That was why every employee had a uniform consisting of black cargo pants and a long-sleeved shirt with a skeletal face m

SKYLAR DUVAL Pop.Pop.Pop.Windows from cars nearby shattered, and J shoved me to the ground under the sanctuary of his body.More pop, pop, pops rang out into the night.I was too stunned to scream. I was completely dazed, not only because of the gunshots, the blood, and the deaths that now surrounded us. It was because J shoved me.He protected me.I tried to move beneath his body,I froze. My heart was pounding hard against my chest as a different kind of fear consumed me; J wasn't moving. His body was slumped over mine and it scared me to read too much meaning to the blood trailing down my skin that wasn't mine.I also noticed the skeletal face mask J had on was a few inches away from us. It must have fallen off during the fall. With shaky hands, I gently pushed his body off me and my entire body stilled instantly. My eyes froze on the face before me. Shock and confusion crept through me. It was him. J was Savio Russo. It'd been him all along.It didn't take long before my shock

I remained frozen for a minute, forcing myself not to imagine her sliding between the sheets. “For starters, we can't be sure they were really after you?” Which was a lie because they blew up her penthouse. “They could be after me for killing Tymon,” I moved closer, squinting my eyes and wincing in pain.“Do you need a doctor?” She surprised me by asking, but I shook my head.“I’ll be fine. It's nothing but a headache,”“It's not a good idea to lie, especially when you expect me to trust you. The bullet almost hit your brain, you should see a doctor,”Her concern caused a warm sensation in my chest, but I squashed immediately, shaking my head. “I'm fine,” Then I scrutinized her blood-stained clothes. She hadn't changed since we got here, and I wasn't sure how soon Elena would come with some clothes if she had time to pack any.“I’ve got a spare shirt if you want to get out of your stained clothes,” I walked over to the closet, picked out one of my shirts, and dropped it on the bed a

SKYLAR DUVALIt'd been two weeks already since Savio and I left New York for one of the safe houses in Philadelphia. But that didn't really matter to me when every day felt the same. It always started with my usual nightmares where I see the people I love die at the hands of Tymon. It always felt so real.I sighed, dragging myself to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower, then dress and make my way through the house.I reached the kitchen just in time to find Savio preparing coffee. His hair mussed from sleep, his green eyes lazily blinking.“Morning,” He turned and flicked on the coffee machine.“Morning,” I took a seat on one of the stools, looking at the breakfast he had made already. “You made breakfast,” I noted, hiding my disappointment. Ever since we got here, I made cooking and cleaning a habit to distract myself from my thoughts and the attention of Savio's stare. It was nothing sexual. It only meant his subtle disapproval.Since we got here he had suggested a few times that