All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third POVCassiel entered the room silently, the kind of quiet only someone with years of discipline could manage. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of lavender—probably Maria’s doing again with the diffusers. Soft curtains fluttered gently with the early morning breeze sneaking in through the slightly open window.He paused at the doorway, watching Julian still curled on the bed, limbs tangled in the duvet, lips parted slightly in sleep. His breathing was soft, even. Peaceful.Cassiel took a step forward and stood by the edge of the bed. No matter how long he looked, he never quite got used to the sight—Julian sleeping like that. So unaware. So untethered from everything that usually weighed him down. There was something precious about it.He reached down, gently adjusting the blanket so it covered Julian’s shoulders properly. He lingered a bit longer, fingers brushing against the warmth of the fabric, and then leaned down slightly to place a soft kiss on

Third POVAs a guard yanked Eddie’s arms behind his back, Enzo knelt in front of him, his tone dropping to a low snarl. “Cassiel gave you a chance. You refused it. Now you’ll answer to him directly.”Eddie glared at him. “He won’t dare kill me.”Enzo laughed humorlessly. “No. But he will make you wish you were dead.”He stood and gave a sharp nod. “Load them in. We’re taking them back to the estate.”“Sir,” one of the guards interrupted, “Thomas had a burner phone on him. Texts to someone listed as ‘S.’ Location pings match movement around the Eastern boundary.”Enzo’s expression hardened. “Ford.”Eddie stayed silent this time, lips pressed tight.Enzo turned to one of the guards. “Sweep the area. I want every shipment traced, every contact flagged. If there’s even a whiff of another buyer—”“We’ll find them,” the man nodded.As the prisoners were herded into the waiting black vans, Enzo remained still, surveying the mess. Blood stained the ce

Third POVCassiel adjusted his cuffs in front of the mirror, his face calm but eyes dark with unspoken thoughts. The silver pins on his collar gleamed under the soft light of the room. Everything about him looked composed—too composed, like a storm trapped in still water. His long black coat hung neatly on the stand, untouched, while his watch ticked with quiet authority against his wrist.Julian stood near the doorway with one crutch under his arm, watching quietly. His blue robe brushed his ankles, and his hair was still messy from sleep. He didn’t say anything for a long moment.Cassiel sensed him there but didn’t turn.“You’re leaving,” Julian finally said, voice low.Cassiel gave a small nod in the mirror. “I am.”Julian leaned his weight onto the crutch and slowly stepped into the room. “The Council?”“They called a private meeting. In person.”Julian frowned. “You’ve ignored five of their summons.”“Exactly why they now expect my attendance

Third POVThe underground passage leading to the safe penthouse felt unusually long tonight. Each step Julian took echoed lightly, his crutches clicking softly on the smooth concrete floor. The passage wasn’t cold per se, but it was quiet… too quiet, like the calm before a storm. Only this time, it wasn’t a storm waiting at the end—it was his brother.Lucian walked a few paces ahead, his strides slow and careful to match Julian’s pace. Occasionally, he glanced over his shoulder to check on him, but Julian always gave a small nod that said, “I’m fine.” The stitches pulled a little with each step, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He’d walked through worse pain, and tonight wasn’t about pain—it was about reunion.The steel door at the end of the corridor creaked open with a hiss of pressurized air. Warm light spilled through the gap, along with the scent of grilled food and something distinctly citrusy. Julian raised a brow, surprised by the delicious aroma wafting toward hi

Third POVCassiel stood still for a second, eyes narrowing behind the tinted windows of the black vehicle that had just pulled into the remote hideout nestled in the wooded outskirts of the state. The place was quiet—too quiet. He always hated silence; it was too often a precursor to betrayal.Enzo was the first to get out. He pushed open the heavy metal door, the rusty hinges groaning loudly as the scent of dust and old iron met him like a slap. Inside, the two prisoners—Eddie and Thomas—were bound but not gagged, seated on opposite ends of the dimly lit basement room. Their faces had aged in just a few days—stress, fatigue, and bruises wore heavy on them.Cassiel followed closely behind, every step deliberate and heavy. His boots clicked against the concrete floor like a clock ticking down. He said nothing at first, only stared at the two men. His stare was more suffocating than any rope or blade.Eddie, nursing a cracked rib and a bruised cheekbone, straightened u