Semua Bab Only in Vegas: Claimed by the Devils Son: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The door slammed shut behind Slade, his laughter echoing off the concrete walls like a bad joke that wouldn’t end. It clung to the air like smoke, bitter and disgusting. That was the thing about him—he polluted everything. Even silence. Mia stood frozen for a beat, the echo ringing in her ears. The cell was cold, the damp seeping into her skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made her blood run sharp—it was fury. She blinked through the shadows, adjusting to the dim glow of a single bulb hanging overhead. It flickered weakly, like it might give out any second. Her arms throbbed, wrists raw where the rope had bitten through, she let them tie her before they drove her here, she wanted to find Axel and help. Her skin stung, her muscles ached, but she wasn’t broken. Not anymore. She’d been broken before—shattered, terrified, confused. But this time, she wasn’t crying. This time, she was burning. Burning with the need for revenge.The sound of chains shifting made her head turn. In the cor

The second Mia stepped through the door, Lauren was already on her feet, eyes wide, mouth halfway open. “What the hell happened to you?” Mia didn’t waste time answering. She crossed the room in three shaky strides and wrapped her arms around her friend, burying her face in the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender. She let herself breathe for a moment—for the first time since that damn text. Lauren froze, then hugged her back. “You’re shaking,” she whispered. “Did something happen? Is it Axel?” Mia pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. “Slade. He used Axel’s phone after kidnapping him. Lured me out. Took me off the street like it was nothing.” Lauren’s face hardened. “What did he do to you?” “Nothing. Not really.” Mia shook her head. “He tied me up. Paraded me around like I was his prize. But he didn’t get to touch me. Because I wasn’t alone.” A beat of silence passed before Lauren whispered, “Axel?” Mia nodded, jaw clenched. “He was already in the cell. Chained to the wa

Lauren didn’t even pretend to be subtle.The second the conversation turned deep, she beelined for the biggest bedroom, shouting something about “she wants the deets later” and “good luck surviving that testosterone-fueled awkward fest.” Now she was cozied up in a pile of blankets, smug grin in place as she peeked through the cracked door to eavesdrop. Mia stood in the center of the living room, flanked by two men who couldn’t stop staring at each other like one of them might lunge at any second. The white leather sofa gleamed under the dim lighting, but none of them dared sit first. Axel stood stiff, hands shoved in his pockets, dark eyes fixed on Daniel like a hunter sizing up competition. Daniel didn’t look at him. Not once. His gaze lingered on Mia instead, and something about the softness in his expression made her heart ache. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it. Finally, she broke the silence. “We’re all here. Might as well sit.” She motioned toward the sofa. Axel sa

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but something warm and solid pressed against Mia’s back, dragging her from the haze of sleep into flickering awareness. She blinked, disoriented for a moment. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar—cream plastered, neat, sterile. Not the hotel. Not her apartment. Then it hit her. The safe house. Her body was cocooned in heat. One arm—Daniel’s—was slung around her waist, his hand resting low on her stomach. His chest molded into her back, steady breaths warm against her hair. The press of his hips was firm. Hard. There was no mistaking the solid ridge nestled right against her ass. Morning wood. And it was definitely not subtle. A spark lit in her core. In front of her, Axel slept on his side, shirtless, his breath steady. His lips were parted slightly, lashes fanned against bruised cheekbones. One arm was tucked beneath her head, the other curled over his waist. The scent of him—sandalwood, danger, and something darker— it wrapped around her like smok

It was tension.Tight. Breathless. Grinding.The same four steps forward, four steps back. Axel’s boots struck hardwood in a rhythm that sounded too much like a countdown. His jaw was locked tight enough to crack bone. Slade’s voice still echoed in his head—smooth, slick, and venom-laced.“I figured if I’m going to torture and kill your mother, might as well do it with a little style.”His stomach twisted. His fists ached. Just down the hall, Mia was dressing like this was just another morning. Like she wasn’t preparing to walk straight into hell.Axel wanted to put his fist through the wall. Or the mirror. Or his own reflection.Instead—he paced.The door creaked behind him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even turn until that familiar voice cut through the storm cloud in his head.“You always pace like this,” Daniel said from the doorway, “or is this a special occasion?”Axel turned slowly, eyes sharp enough to flay. “You got something to say, say it. Stop pussy footing around me all the tim