Semua Bab Only in Vegas: Claimed by the Devils Son: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The call came just after midnight. Daniel was sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, his phone pressed to his ear. The voice on the other end was one of Axel’s informants embedded in the darker underbelly of L.A.—a man who didn’t speak unless he had something real to speak about. Tonight, he did. “The Slade Angel auction. Tomorrow night. West L.A. Some luxury compound dressed up like an art gallery. Password entry. Invite-only.” Daniel’s stomach turned. “How many women?” he asked, voice like gravel. “Too many. The ones Slade took from Vegas? They’re being called the ‘crown jewels’ of the event. But there’s one special listing.” Daniel didn’t breathe. “Mia?” There was a pause, then the man sighed. “Not on the list. Not officially. But there’s chatter. A secret lot. Unannounced. One-of-a-kind. Code-named Red Angel, I’ve sent the file to Axels computer under an encrypted password.” Daniel stood, pacing as heat flared in his chest. He didn’t need

She had been preparing for this moment for days—mentally, emotionally, physically. Slipping into the slinky silver dress felt like donning armor, not seduction. Her makeup was flawless, sultry but sharp. Her hair curled down her back in soft waves. Every inch of her designed to seduce, distract, provoke. The perfect bait. Axel had tried to stop her three times this morning. Daniel hadn’t even spoken until she’d walked out of the dressing room and into the war room, heels clacking like gunshots. Now she was here. In the enemy’s den. And every step she took down the marbled hallway of Slade’s LA compound felt like it echoed with ghosts. Girls like her had been dragged through these halls. Stripped. Collared. Sold. Not tonight. Tonight, the game was flipped. The earpiece buzzed softly. Axel’s voice came through low, focused. “Mia, keep your pace steady. You’re being watched from the northeast hall. Two guards. You’re okay. Lauren just confirmed you’re clean through the scanner.”

She looked like fire and vengeance wrapped in molten silver. From the security feed, Daniel could see every calculated step Mia took down that marbled hallway. Her dress shimmered like liquid, hugging every line of her body. Her hair bounced in soft waves, makeup sharp and seductive but it wasn’t for them. It was armour to face Slade with. And God help anyone who tried to break her tonight. She was ready to end this. Still, it didn’t stop the tight, coiled fear in his gut as he watched on the mini comms cam, she moved deeper and deeper into Slade’s compound. Every part of him wanted to rip her out of that hellhole and lock her away somewhere safe. But this was her choice. Her war. He just had to make sure she lived through it. Axel’s voice crackled through the comms. “Mia, keep your pace steady. You’re being watched from the northeast hall. Two guards. You’re okay. Lauren just confirmed you’re clean through the scanner.” “I’ve got eyes on her too,” Daniel said, his voice lo

Pain bloomed at the back of his skull like a grenade. Then the darkness peeled back. “Axel. Axel—wake the hell up.” Lauren’s voice. Sharp. Panicked. Her hands gripped his collar, shaking him hard enough to make his teeth rattle. Axel groaned and tried to sit, but the pounding in his head dropped him back onto the floor. Blood dripped warm down the side of his temple. “Fuck,” he rasped. “Mia—where’s Mia?” Lauren’s face tightened. “Slade taken her.” The words sliced through his chest. “She was dragged off stage. Slade’s team overwhelmed us—three of ours down, Daniel’s not breathing.” Her voice cracked. “Mitch is en route. He’s clearing a path now. You need to move.” Axel staggered to his feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit him. His ears rang. The last thing he remembered was seeing Daniel’s blood hit the floor. Mia screaming his name. It hadn’t just gone wrong. It had imploded. Lauren shoved a sidearm into his palm. “We don’t have time to stop. Move.” They burst open th

Slade kept a hand on her hip, his grip possessive but watchful. He smiled too easily, as if parading her were a victory he could savour forever. But Mia’s eyes never stopped scanning the room, searching. Always searching. She learned quickly that survival wasn’t just about obeying. It was about watching. Listening. Waiting. The crowd surged around them, unaware of the war raging in her heart. Mia forced herself to move with the music, slow and deliberate, a marionette dancing to Slade’s cruel tune. The fabric of the dress clung to her skin, translucent enough to make her feel exposed to every predator’s eye in the room but she didn’t flinch or even care. Not anymore. Her wrists were sore from the delicate chains Slade insisted on for show. The electric collar around her neck was cold, a constant reminder of the cage she was trapped in. Slade’s voice was a constant murmur at her ear, smooth and poisonous. “Play your part, Mia. They’ll pay to watch you. They’ll pay to touch you—exce