All Chapters of In Bed With The Devil : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

Chapter 71 Alex yawned loudly as he stepped over the rotting corpse that was Cillian’s body. He took one last look at his wrinkling flesh, spat on it with disgust before he left the torture chamber. For the past two days he stayed with the smell, he watched as maggots started to eat away at the very body he’d broken to submission. For the past two days he still didn’t eat, all he could do was drink away his sorrows and yet drunkenness still wouldn’t reach him. The nerve of Cillian to betray his trust. He’d made sure his family was in a safe house, protected from any attack since the raid on the villa that night. All to find out Cillian had disabled the alarm systems, he gave the attackers a clear pathway to hurt him and his wife, and all for what? A meagre sum of ten grand. He made more being just a housekeeper. Ten grand every month, half of it being paid to his wife’a accounts, all for her to eat away at the hefty sum he was saving up. There were loan sharks bar

Chapter 73 “Your eye.” Alex grunted, “It’s getting a tad bit annoying. Get it fixed.” “Yes boss.” Marco nodded. The frown on Alex’s face creased even deeper, “I’ll have someone schedule a surgery. I’m sure we can get something new for you in the black market, don’t waste this resource.” Marco nodded again, “Thank you boss.” He shouldn’t be this annoyed, not when he was the one who took Marco’s eye. And yet, his fury knew no bounds. There was something vaguely different about his second in command, something he couldn’t quite place a finger on. It irritated him greatly. He poured himself another glass of scotch. After a week of Olivia’s disappearance he’d turn to the only form of solace he knew—alcohol. It was only a matter of time before he became like his father. His father was a horrible man who abandoned his mistress, and when she died he turned to liquor to soothe his broken heart and hence treat the rest of his family like crap. He took

Chapter 75 “He’s in contact with Rowan, boss.” Alex heard a grainy voice from behind him, jostling his limp body right out of a drunken slumber. He let out a grunt, wiping off the drool that gathered at the corner of his mouth. His nose twitched. He glanced around for a moment, hoping to see some sort of tortured body close to him. Alas, he was driven mad by the brunt of his own stench. He hadn’t showered in days, wasn’t even sure he changed his clothes. He ignored the voice that jolted him out of his sleep, walking towards the bar of his office and grabbed a bottle of liquor. He ignored the glass next to it, taking a swig right out of the bottle without remorse and plopping right back into his chair. He knew the look in Marco’s eyes. Pity. He could have him beaten and hanged for it. He was Alex Maldov, he hated pity, not when he was Ontop of the world with no one to stop him. Not when he had a beating— Who was he kidding? The only heart he had stopped b