All Chapters of The Devil's Little Angel : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CALISTA'S P. O. VI woke up choking on my own breath.I pressed a hand to my chest, groaning as I did. Water, I needed water.“What happened?” I muttered, blinking at my surroundings. I couldn't make sense of the gray walls around me, my head throbbed making me wince “Roman?” I called, weren't we just together moments ago? How did I get....The memory rushed in like a wave, crashing into my mind. I blinked again and then squinted my eyes.I had asked Roman to leave so I could say a proper goodbye to Joel and Aunt Lena, then he.. Joel injected something into me with a syringe.“Oh God,” I whispered, my words echoed faintly in the cold room, but no one responded, no single sound except my own breath. I rubbed the arms that were peppered with goosebumps. Where was I?This wasn’t Aunt Lena’s apartment.It wasn’t anywhere I recognized.Slowly, the entire room came into focus. Thick gray unadorned walls, concrete cold floor and a celling so high, I had to crane my neck back to look at it

ROMAN'S P. O. VTomorrow night was far away.So far, it's been five hours since I left Ohio. I stared out my office window, not seeing anything but my wife's face.Tomorrow night was too far away. I wouldn't be able to wait that long.Alberto had gone to see Lilian, so it was just me in my study, alone, with nothing but the memory of her skin on mine, her taste still on my tongue. I closed my eyes, a sigh leaving my lips before I could stop it. Just hours ago, I had confessed my feelings to her, she should have been here with me, but Joel Silas fúcking Junior just had to show up. My hands balled into a fist by my side, I strode over to my desk and picked up my cell, then for what should be the tenth time in three hours, I called Anito. I would never leave Calista unprotected, but I didn't want to suffocate her, so I told Anito and three other men of his to watch the building discreetly.His phone rang once, Anito answered. “Boss?”“Status” I ordered flatly. “No activity, sir,” An

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of physical violence, graphic content, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.CALISTA'S P. O. VThey cleaned me up By ‘they’ I meant two women, I didn't know their names, nor did I care to know. Matteo and Joel didn't bind me before throwing me into what looked like the master bedroom of Joel's so-called safe house, but I wasn't stupid enough to make an escape attempt now.They're watching me, so I have to be smart.My heart hammered in my chest as one of the women poured shampoo into my hair. I was less worried about why strange people were cleaning me up, but more about how to get out safely, before Matteo could do any disgusting thing to me.“Sit still” one of the women snapped with a frown. I was seated in a tub while they washed my arms. I didn't pay her any attention, even when they both started grumbling about my discomfort.My pulse was racing. I knew we were still in Toledo, so the chances that I could get to Aunt Lena before Ro

CALISTA'S P. O. V I stood under the shower like it could wash away the blood from my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matteo's maggot-covered corpse beneath me. His eyes, or the place that used to be his eyes, were empty, bleeding, and hollow from where I had stabbed him over and over “I killed a man” I whispered, barely hearing myself over the hiss of the water. “Calista, you killed a man” Ten days ago. It's been ten whole days since I killed Matteo. I'm not myself anymore; I don't recognize the reflection in the shower glass. I'm different. Steam curled around me, wrapping my skin while the hot water ran in rivulets down my back, over my wrists, my thighs, places where I still felt dirty no matter how many times I scrubbed, no matter how many times I bathed. I hadn't cried since Roman brought me home. I wished I could cry, I wished I could scream my pain and let it all out, but they were locked deeply inside of me, and they were rotting. My fingers worked

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe nights were the worst.Roman left the lights on anytime we slept, because the darkness suffocated me. Demons and monsters crawled out from the darkness and nearly strangled me to death.But unfortunately, I never died.Roman had asked if I wanted to see a therapist since I was having sleeping paralysis, and like every other time he offered something that could help me, I refused. I wasn't only refusing his help, I was refusing him.I couldn't let Roman touch me or sleep next to me. That day in the shower had been an exception. The thought of Roman and me being intimate made panic seize my chest. He had tried to touch my hand once, but I screamed and scrambled away like he was bruising me with hot coal. That day gutted me. Roman had tried to mask it—the pain in his face, but I saw right through those beautiful whiskey coloured eyes. I saw the hurt in his face, the flicker of pain, and the way his breath stalled. He had taken a deep breath and whispered to me “D