Semua Bab Owed to the Devil: Bab 41 - Bab 43

AdrianAdrian stood by the wrecked car, jaw clenched, his sharp eyes scanning the alley where it had all gone down. The attackers had retreated, leaving one of his drivers dead, and Isla, terrified, trembling, and blood-splattered.Michael approached, phone in one hand, gun in the other. “Ambush was coordinated. Someone knew she was going to the hospital.”Adrian didn’t answer at first. His eyes tracked the blood on the street, the shattered glass, and Isla — now being gently ushered into the second car by two of his men.“She alright?” he asked, voice low.“Shaken,” Michael replied. “But not hurt. Physically.”Adrian exhaled. “Get her home. Don’t let her out of your sight.”Michael nodded and stepped away to do just that.Adrian stayed behind, staring down at the body of the driver one of his best. A loyal man. A quiet man. Now gone.He pulled out his phone and made a single call.“Elias,” he said when it picked up. “I need a trace.”“Name?” came the reply.“No name yet. But I want e

ZaraThe moment she closed the bedroom door, Zara pressed her back against it, trying to steady her breathing. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.Adrian’s voice still echoed in her head, each word carefully wrapped in politeness but sharp enough to cut through her calm. Masks. Blind spots. He wasn’t talking about anyone else. He was talking about her.She crossed the room, pacing in the dim light. This wasn’t the first time she’d been confronted, but Adrian wasn’t like the others.He didn’t threaten outright, didn’t shout, didn’t even accuse. That made him worse, because it meant he knew something, something she’d worked too hard to bury.From downstairs, she could hear the low hum of Grayson’s voice. Adrian’s laugh followed, muffled by distance but enough to send another shiver down her spine.She moved to the dresser, pulling out her phone. A familiar number blinked up at her. She hesitated, her hands trembling before typing, her fingers fast and deliberate.We have a problem.She