Semua Bab Entangled with the Mafia Don: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Davina's POV: A week had crawled by, each day an agonizing stretch of forced smiles and veiled fear. The opulent yet sinister world of the Devil's Club had become my unwanted reality, a place where the glittering chandeliers cast long shadows that mirrored the darkness in my heart. Tonight was my forced debut on the main stage, a prospect that filled me with a cold dread that dwarfed even the terror of Dexter's drunken assault.Standing before the cracked, harshly lit mirror in the cramped dressing room, my fingers trembled as I meticulously applied a thick layer of heavy-duty concealer to the ugly tapestry of purple and yellow blooming on the side of my neck.Dexter's drunken rage had left its mark, a visible testament to the violence simmering beneath the surface of my seemingly normal home life. The flimsy white and silver costume Devlin had laid out felt like a cruel mockery of clothing – a scant few strategically placed sequins and sheer fabric that offered little more than a su

Davina's POV: The cool L.A night air, hit my bare skin like a physical shock. Goosebumps erupted across my arms and legs, a stark reminder of my near-nakedness and the volatile situation I had just fled. I stood just outside the Devil's Club's grimy back entrance, the heavy bass still throbbing in my ears, a persistent reminder of the gilded cage I couldn't escape. My breath came in ragged, trembling gasps, visible in the dim light filtering from the flickering bulb above the steel door. The cold seeped into me, a deep, bone-chilling cold that offered a perverse kind of solace, a physical discomfort that momentarily overshadowed the suffocating fear and anger still churning within me.A moment later, the heavy steel door creaked open, and Ezra emerged, his imposing figure silhouetted against the warm, inviting light spilling from the club's interior. His expression was unreadable in the dimness of the alleyway, a mask of shadows and sharp angles."Davina," he said, his voice surprisi

***Trigger Warning***Davina's POV:The soft click of the front door latch echoed in the sudden silence of the house, a sound that felt amplified in the aftermath of the club's relentless noise. A wave of bone-deep exhaustion washed over me, the cumulative weight of fear, humiliation, and the gnawing anxiety for my family's safety leaving me feeling hollowed out. All I craved was the oblivion of sleep, a temporary escape from the terrifying reality that had become my life.Just as I eased the door shut, a dark, hulking figure lunged from the narrow space behind it, a silent predator emerging from the shadows. Dexter. His hand clamped roughly over my mouth, stifling the startled gasp that rose in my throat, t

Davina's POV: Nathan was already seated at a small, sun-drenched table near the large front window of the bustling L.A. coffee shop, his gaze fixed intently on the entrance, a palpable mixture of relief and anxiety etched onto his familiar features. The rich aroma of strong coffee beans, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly baked pastries and the low hum of local chatter, filled the air. As I walked through the doorway, he stood up quickly, a hesitant, hopeful smile gracing his lips. He looked thinner than I remembered, his eye looked bruised still, a shadow of worry lingering around his eyes. "Davina," he said softly, his voice carrying a note of relief that tugged unexpectedly

Davina's POV:The heavy, insistent bass of the club's sound system vibrated through the polished stage floor, a familiar tremor that had begun to feel less like an intrusion and more like a dark, rhythmic heartbeat within my own chest. Tonight, the Devil's Club was a swirling vortex of bodies and desires, packed to capacity, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of expensive perfume battling the acrid tang of spilled liquor and the palpable undercurrent of raw, barely concealed lust. The harsh spotlight sliced through the smoky haze, bathing me in its intense, isolating glow, a stark contrast to the dimly lit faces that formed the expectant, judging audience beyond the stage's edge.My new costume, another carefully curated selection from Ezra's wardrobe, was a shimmering cascade of emerald green silk that seemed to possess a life of its own, flowing and rippling like liquid light with every deliberate step and turn. It felt both strangely liberating in its fluidity and acutely exp