All Chapters of Possessed by the Devil: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LeonTwo days after Don Casey sent me Danny's video, I decided to end what I started. I let Sheila go because Tamara asked but right now, he crossed the line and put fire in my asshole... I told Sean to locate where Don Casey was hiding Sheila, because I knew if he didn't hide her in a place he thought no one would find, he wouldn't mess around with me.And I know if I don't retaliate in a way that brings him to his knees, his major target would be Tamara,the major reason I hurt his daughter, he would never let that go.I stood at the entrance of the old building her father used to hide guns during his paranoid years—like the paranoid bastard didn’t realize his own daughter was the bigger liability. That was the mistake he made, being with Sheila for so long. I know a lot of things about Casey, she had said them in love with me... women don't have secrets when they love and that is risky in our line of business.My boots made soft, crunching sounds on the gravel. No one met me at the

TamaraI didn’t even know where we were going until we got there.Leon hadn’t said a word the entire drive, just one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his lap. There was no music playing. No small talk. The silence was thick, like it meant something, and I didn’t dare break it. I just kept staring out the window as the car pulled through some narrow, unfamiliar streets and finally into a gated property.From outside, it looked like a mansion someone had buried in darkness on purpose. There were tinted cars parked out front. Expensive. Guarded. Nobody smiled. The men at the entrance had guns, real ones, and they didn’t hide them. One of them nodded at Leon and opened the gate. That was the only greeting.“This isn’t just some dinner party, is it?” I asked finally, when he stepped out and walked around to open my door.He looked down at me, face unreadable. “It’s an auction.”I frowned. “An auction for what?”He didn’t answer. Just offered me his hand, and after a beat, I

TamaraI knew it was a bad idea the second my foot hit the pavement outside the diner.The air was damp, thick with the kind of heaviness that always came before a storm. My hoodie was pulled low, sunglasses hiding half my face even though it was nearly sunset. I kept my head down as I crossed the parking lot, my boots crunching over gravel. Every step felt like I was betraying Leon, even though I told myself this wasn’t betrayal. It was just meeting a family.Jasper was already inside when I pushed the door open. He looked up too quickly, like he’d been watching the door since he sat down. He was thinner, beard unkempt, shirt wrinkled. Like always, he didn’t look like someone who had their shit together. Sitting across from him was a man I hadn’t expected to see—Thiago. The badge practically glinted from his tucked-in posture, the way his gaze met mine like he already had an opinion I wouldn’t like.I slid into the booth opposite them without a word.“You look tired,” Jasper said car

LeonIt was close to midnight when I heard the alarm chime—a soft vibration under my feet before it echoed through the walls. Quiet, subtle, but I caught it. The kind of alert we don’t talk about unless it goes off. Motion sensor, perimeter side. Someone was on the grounds.I didn’t move right away. I just stood by the window, staring out at the trees beyond the fence, the night too still to be harmless.Footsteps came fast behind me. Sean didn’t knock. “Someone jumped the west wall,” he said, eyes sharp. “You want him dead or breathing?”I dragged in a breath, slow. “Alive,” I muttered. “I want to see who’s stupid enough to sneak into my house.”He gave one nod and disappeared.I didn’t even need to guess. There was only one dumb bastard reckless enough to try this and not expect a bullet in the gut. Jasper.Fucking Jasper.I walked to the living room. Lights low, curtains half drawn. I sat on the arm of the couch, one foot on the floor, the other bouncing once, twice. I waited.Tama

TamaraIt was one of those mornings that started off too quiet.The kind where the silence didn’t feel peaceful, it felt loaded. Like something was sitting just beneath it, waiting to explode.I had barely taken a few sips of coffee when Martha walked into the dining area, wiping her hands on her apron. She didn’t say anything right away, just hovered by the doorway, fidgeting like she didn’t want to be the one to break whatever calm I had managed to pretend existed.“What is it?” I asked, not bothering to mask the edge in my voice.She sighed softly. “Your brother’s at the gate again.”My fingers tightened around the mug before I could stop myself. “And they didn’t let him in?”“No,” she said gently, watching me closely. “But he’s not leaving either.”Of course he wasn’t. Jasper had never known when to back off. Even as a kid, once he locked his eyes on something, that was it. You either gave in or he ran through you.I pushed the mug aside and stood. My legs felt heavier than they s