All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Third POVThe morning sun trickled through the sheer curtains of the training house, spilling soft golden light over the polished floors. It was far too early for anyone in their right mind to be awake, but Gavin was already sprawled dramatically on the grass just outside the main training room, groaning like someone had stolen the last piece of chocolate from his hidden stash.“Axel,” he whined, dragging out his name like a child begging for candy. “Julian gets to go on a secret vacation to Greece. A whole relaxing trip! Why can’t we get something like that, huh?”Axel stood several feet away, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching Gavin’s antics with a mixture of amusement and thinly-veiled disapproval. His stance was as disciplined as always, legs apart, posture ramrod straight, and eyes that could probably disarm a bomb with how focused they were.“Gavin,” he said calmly, in that infuriating tone that made Gavin want to scream into a pillow, “you’re already

Third POVThe evening had fallen quietly over the secluded Grecian cottage, painting the skies with burnt orange and indigo streaks. A soft breeze fluttered through the sheer curtains of the guest rooms, carrying the scent of jasmine and salt from the nearby sea. Inside, the warm glow of lanterns had begun to illuminate the estate, setting the perfect ambiance for what Lucian and Miss Lena had spent all day preparing in secret.Julian was in the backyard, pacing slowly along the flowered path, still trying to absorb everything. Cassiel was here. He didn’t understand how or why, but he didn’t care anymore. Just seeing him again—knowing they were in the same place, breathing the same air, was enough to light up something deep in him. The earlier reunion had left him breathless, and now, as he stood among the humming scent of roses, his mind wandered to where Cassiel might be now.Lucian found him first. “You’ve got about ten minutes before Miss Lena starts dragging you by

Third POVMiss Lena pressed the wooden spoon against the side of the saucepan, letting the rich tomato sauce slowly drip back into the pot. The rich smell filled the small, dimly lit kitchen, adding a homely feeling to a place that seemed more a temporary refuge than a permanent home.The phone resting on the counter beside her buzzed — once… twice… then fell silent briefly… then buzzed again, more insistent this time. Miss Lena sighed under her breath and turned off the stove, wiping her hands hurriedly on a nearby towel.She pressed a shaky finger against the phone’s face and pressed “Answer” immediately upon seeing the name on the screen.“Miss Lena.” The voice was gravel-like, piercing, and icy — a voice that made her pulse tremble under her skin. There was no “hello.” There were no greetings. There was only pure urgency.Miss Lena pressed the phone close against her ear. “Y-yes… I’m here.”“Don’t waste my time.” The voice remained firm and threatening. “

Third POVJulian pressed the two small, colorfully designed slips against his chest and turned back toward Cassiel with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.“Guess what I got today?”Cassiel remained sitting on the balcony lounge, a whiskey glass dangling casually from his fingertips. His piercing green eyes glanced up just briefly, eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry.Julian crossed the balcony in a few brisk steps and held the two slips forward. “Tickets… to a concert tonight. A really intimate show… a small place… nothing grand, just pure soul, pure feeling. I thought… we could… you know… cut away from all this… madness… just for a few hours.”Cassiel sighed quietly, the softness creeping into his normally hard tone. “…Where?”“At The Black Swan. A little jazz lounge a few blocks away. I… I thought it might be… nice… to do something normal… just you and me.”Cassiel pressed his lips together and nodded. “…All right.”Julian’s face broke into a nervou

Third POVCassiel pressed his knuckles against the wooden study door and exhaled. His pulse was a little faster than it should be, a little more restless. Inside, the dimly lit room was a sanctuary of leather, books, whiskey, and silence — or at least it usually was. Tonight, it felt heavy, oppressive. There were ghosts in the corner of his mind. There were memories trying to claw their way back into the present.He turned the handle and entered without knocking. Enzo glanced up from a stack of documents on the corner of the large mahogany desk and sighed when their eyes met.“It’s late, Cass.” His voice was gravelly, worn from years of service. “Your honeymoon just ended. Shouldn't you be resting instead of… obsessing over something you shouldn’t be thinking about?”Cassiel crossed the room and fell into the leather armchair across from him. His knuckles were white against the armrests. “I saw him, Enzo.”Enzo pressed his lips together. “Here we go again.”“