All Chapters of In Bed With The Devil : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-two Olivia’s tummy grumbled even more as she held herself captive inside one of the kitchen cabinets, she nipped her bottom lip hard as she tried so hard to not make a noise. There was someone in the kitchen, Alex or Marco she couldn’t tell, as all she heard were muffled voices from outside the cabinet due to the strong oak doors it was made out of. The pain of hunger pierced through her intestines even more, gnawing at the walls of flesh like a parasite. She felt a tear coming on, cramped and exhausted, almost on the verge of losing her will to live. It was a bad idea coming here, Alex was for sure going to kill her now. She waited, the snagging pain increased until she couldn’t take it anymore. It was only a matter of time before she got caught anyways, gently she opened the cabinet and stepped outside. Alex was seated patiently in the living room, the same stance as the first time she met him. It sent chilling memories down her spine, a wave

Chapter Twenty-four Event?? Everyone?? Tonight?! Olivia remained surprisingly calm, instead of her usual tantrums and almost panic attacks, her focus remained on finishing the delicious pancakes in front of her. Her mind however, was a full house of chaos, ruckus, destruction and every synonym that pertained to insanity known to man. Who was she going to meet? What kind of event is it? How was she supposed to act in front of the people she barely even knew? Were they all mafias? These questions pounded her heavily and she felt her head spin from the craziness of it all. “It’s going to be alright Mrs Maldov,” Sheila stepped in as she saw the worry lines on her madam’s temple, “I’m pretty sure Mr Maldov wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you.” Olivia managed to feign a smile. If only it were that simple. The maid wouldn’t understand, after all she wasn’t trapped in a marriage and forced to adhere to the customs of whatever she was in at the moment. Th

Chapter Twenty-Six ‘“THE DANCE OF THE THREE WOLVES’” Alex stared at the gold inscribed letters on the velvet box brought to him by Marco the morning right after he was shot for the last time. It was clearly an invitation to spike him, a dare if one must say, too much of a leer coincidence right after he was shot after a bust deal with his manufacturers. The three wolves represented the three most powerful mafia families in the underground—The Maldovs, The Giannis and The Bedlams. Three different families and three different turfs, with the Maldov family garnering the widest cut of the territory….that until someone decided to poke the bear and mess with his shipment, making an offer to his suppliers and getting a bullet stuck in his body. Once in every four months, an event is hosted by the a member of the three wolves household, as a sort of truce or peacemaker to ease the tensions between the three strong underground conglomerates. This however, was an

Chapter Twenty-Eight Silence, nothing but utmost silence welcomed Alex after he asked the question. Typical, he thought. They were brave when it came to throwing sublininals against him, now they acted like the frail cowards they were thinking he wouldn’t attend the party tonight. Jokes on them, he thought, he was about to put on the best show of his life. “You know I’ve always protected what belongs to me,” He muttered signaling the waiter for another round of scotch by dangling his empty glass in the air, “I go about my business and I make my profits, all without bothering anybody. Sad to see I can’t say the same for the rest of you.” Signaling Marco, the other henchmen who were strategically placed in all corner of the rooms as bodyguards started to close in on the group. Jude Bedlam glanced around, eyes sporadically everywhere as he searched for his men who were conveniently nowhere to be found in the room. He was trapped. Alex smirked, Jude’s frantic

Chapter Thirty Charles Camden was gone. Vanished into thin air, from his holding in Michigan. Alex, unaware of this dashing plot placed his trust on his men, and after getting into Jude Bedlam’s head only did he find out the truth about Charles Camden’s escape. Apparently he was in New Mexico, working with a powerful group whose identity remained unknown at the moment. He almost went into a tirade last night, wanting to unleash the brunt of his rage on Jude Bedlam and Gianni. Lucky for them, he was a man who knew how to remain calm even in the face of adversity. Morning came and he yawned loudly, turning around to Olivia sleeping soundly next to him. He propped his head with one arm, hoping to stare for more than a minute before she wake up. God she was even more beautiful when she slept, he thought, who would’ve known the father of the woman next to him was causing so much turmoil. It was worth it at the end of the day, brushing a stray strand of hair from her