Lahat ng Kabanata ng Possessed by the Devil: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

TamaraI walked back to my room in anger. I was a fool to believe Leon when he said he wouldn't hurt me. If he dared hurt me, I'd make sure to make him know his place. I didn't know when I got to the room, and only realized I was in my room when my body hit the not-so-familiar bedsheets spread over it. I left the window open, allowing fresh air to enter the room.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. I tried to will my mind to focus on other things, but it kept going to that moment. I can still feel Leon's hands around my waist; his cologne was mixed with blood, and I didn't need anyone to tell me before I knew why he had blood on him. When he came closer and I stared into his eyes, I was lost. I took a quick breath to calm my racing heart. Leon was sinfully handsome. I shook my head. No.He was a predator, and I am his victim. Besides, he has a woman who is quick to stake her claim on him. And he is a killer. I hate what he did to Mike and what he did to my brother. I turned

TamaraI felt relieved when Leon said he let Jasper go. Jasper may always bring trouble, but he is all I have, and giving myself to the ruthless mafia boss to keep him safe was something I would do a thousand times to keep him safe. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs resting on the ground. I would go meet Martha. Things seem to be done differently here, and I would ask her about it. Especially about that lady, Vivian, who slapped me. But I didn't know where she would be. I didn't want to go out. I sat in my bed for a long time, staring out the window, and eventually fell asleep. I slept poorly last night, so you can't judge me for sleeping. I woke up three hours later to a knock on the door. I opened my eyes to see the doorknob turn, and slowly, a figure stepped into the room. It was Martha. I sat rubbing sleep off my eyes with my hands. “I'm so sorry to disturb you. I'll come back later,” she said when she saw me. “It's fine,” I said. “How's your face? I heard Vivian slapped

TamaraI looked back briefly. Sheila had her hand around Leon and snuggled her body into his. Sean held my hands, and I moved forward. He was the one in pain, and yet he cared so much about me. I tried not to look behind me or focus on Leon's actions. Blood stained the side of Sean's hand. We stepped inside, and I stopped to take a look at his hands, “you are bleeding,” he shrugs and pulls his hands away gently.“I'm fine,” he says.“No, you are not,” I said. My voice is weak. I am tired and need rest. “You should worry about yourself,” he said. I know I should. I was put in a position I had never been in my entire life. When Sean said he would be selling me off, I never thought for a moment that it was true. Given his response when Leon agreed, I guess he never thought of it, too. I want to ask him why Leon had given me away only to take me back. But I thought this wasn't the right time. “Let's get you treated,” I said.Over the days I have spent here, Sean has become the only on

LeonI walked to my study. My mind kept playing with what happened in the dining room. Sean was too friendly to Tamara, and I think I had to talk to him about it. She had taken care of his hand that was grazed by a bullet yesterday, and I had seen them talking when he walked her back to her room. I do not like this newfound friendship or love that they both share. It was annoying as fuck. I pushed the door to my study open and stepped in. I closed the door and walked to sit behind the table. I closed my eyes for a moment, turning on my chair. I wasn't doing this because I was attracted to Tamara or anything. This is the typical reaction since it was the first time Sean had behaved like this to someone else.I have always been the only one he gave all his attention to, and watching it shift to someone else isn't easy. Or should I send him away? I thought of a lot of things to do to separate this newfound friendship, but no reason made any sense, and I have always been one to follow l

TamaraI had the best time with Sean. Aside from how he was dressed, Sean was a gentleman, and I wondered how such a man was involved with the mafia. He is kind and treats me so well that I sometimes find myself happy that I was brought here. I arranged my clothes inside my wardrobe. He bought a lot. Sean also promised to teach me how to fight so I'll have a slight chance of protecting myself when we go on a mission. He left my room a few minutes ago, saying he had something to take care of. I was done arranging my clothes after a while. We had lunch outside. I wanted to sleep cause I felt sore all over, but I remembered the instructions from Leon. He wanted me to see him, and Sean told me he had sent food and tea to me, which made me sleep well. Why is Leon so complicated? One minute, he is being kind, and the next, he is being a jerk. But I'd prefer him to be a jerk. That's the only way I can hate him without feeling bad. I stepped out of the room. I didn't want to feel indebt