Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil you begged for: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ISLA~•~My head was pounding and my wrists ached even though I wasn’t tied down.It took me a moment to register that I was lying on a bed. The air was stale. The room was dim. My shoes were gone. My bag was gone. My mouth was dry.Then it hit me.Everything that happened before this flooded my memories. Sophia calling me. Sophia crying and apologizing. Sophia leaving me, locking me alone with Ryan. Ryan trying to convince me to love him. Ryan hitting me.I tried to move my hand but my body was very weak. I groaned as I forced myself to sit up. My vision, though blurry, could make out a living room from the gap of the open door. I could hear voices outside, but none of which was Ryan.Where the hell was I?I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they'd forgotten what it was like to be strong. What did he do to me?As though my thoughts summoned him, Ryan appeared in the doorway, smiling when he saw that I was awake. “You’re finally awake,” his voice was soft, a big contrast to the wa

ISLA~•~I woke up feeling better. My head was no longer throbbing. The messy bandage Ryan had tied around my head had been changed into a properly tied one. My body was no longer weak and if it wasn’t for the memories of the previous night, I would have said I was strong again.For a long time, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened last night. If it wasn’t for the bandage around my head, I would have thought it was a dream.The curtains weren’t drawn yet so the room was still dim, but the clock told me it was already noon. How long had I slept for?Someone had changed my clothes. The shirt I was wearing smelled like Lorenzo. I’d been around him enough to know his smell.I sat up slowly, pressing my hand against my forehead when I suddenly felt dizzy.Before I could stand up, the door opened and Lorenzo came in with a tray. “You’re awake,” he smiled, setting the tray on the nightstand. “I thought you were going to sleep for the whole

LORENZO~•~Ryan’s body had been cleaned up and disposed of properly, with his head being sent to his father as a gift. The father and son were at odds, with one wanting Isla as leverage and the other wanting her for himself, but his father still cared about him.Even if he didn’t, he would feel humiliated having his son’s head sent to him. But he deserved it. His men had kidnapped Isla. They’d discussed raping her. As if that wasn’t enough, his other men had been waiting for me to arrive so they could ambush me. It had happened a while ago but I hadn’t forgotten about it. I’d taken my revenge. I felt satisfied, but…Isla.She sat on the floor, her back resting against the bed.Her hair was messy. She had run her hand through it too many times before we got upstairs. There was blood drying on her sleeve. She looked worse than she had been when I found her last night.I leaned against the doorframe watching her process the fact that she had taken someone’s life.She didn’t look scared

ISLA~•~Just like he’d been doing for the past week, Greg brought my food upstairs. Whenever he did, he stayed for a while to ask me how I was. It wasn’t just about getting kidnapped, it was also about the fact that I killed someone for the first time.Greg admitted that his first kill had been brutal on him, but mine was worse because it was someone I knew. The boy was only sixteen yet he was speaking about deaths like it was nothing. The mafia world was fucked up but it was something we had come to accept.I always told him I was okay, but he didn’t believe me even if I genuinely meant it. Sure, I had nightmares that had to do with Ryan for the first few days, but I quickly conditioned myself into accepting that I didn’t do anything wrong. The man had assaulted me. There was a bandage on my head from his hit. If he had gotten really angry, who knew if he would have killed me first?I needed to be strong, not just physically, but mentally too. I couldn't hesitate in front of enemies

ISLA ~•~ I felt him smile against my lips as he deepened the kiss. “Can I turn on the lamp?” He questioned, his voice rough. “I want to see you.” “You can.” Lorenzo didn’t waste time as he turned on the lamp on the nightstand, the light casting a warm glow on his face. “You’re so fucking pretty.” He murmured to himself, leaning in to kiss me again. His body pressed me into the mattress as his hands roamed my body as if he was trying to memorize every curve. His fingers found the hem of my shirt and slid underneath, pushing the fabric up. He broke the kiss to pull it over my head and tossed the shirt aside carelessly. “Fuck, look at you.” He groaned, taking a moment to admire the view. “Perfect.” My cheeks flushed. Lorenzo and I had had sex a lot of times but he was never this passionate. As he kissed me again, his hands continued their exploration, cupping my breasts while his thumb brushed over my hardened nipples. I let out a moan which was swallowed by his mouth.