Lahat ng Kabanata ng Play Thing Of The Enemy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

They said revenge was a dish best served cold.But I liked my vengeance served hot, scorching, screaming, and delivered with a bullet to the skull.That was the plan, at least.Until I ended up cuffed to a silk-draped bed in my enemy’s penthouse, half-naked, and utterly at his mercy.Several hours earlier….The rain fell in sheets, drowning the city in a cold, merciless haze. Every drop felt like a warning. Like the sky itself wanted to stop me.By the time I reached the gates of La Fortezza, Damian Moretti’s skyscraper-fortress, my clothes were soaked and my nerves wired tight. The tower stood like a loaded gun pointed at the center of Europe, its black-glass skin hiding the rot beneath. You didn’t walk in unless you were invited… or you didn’t plan to walk out.I had only one purpose.I was going to kill Damian Moretti. To avenge my brother. I’d waited too long, planning and grieving until this day. I wanted his blood on my hands like Matteo’s had been on his.Security cameras were

“You disappoint me,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “You have zero patience, I was able to easily maneuver you.”“You’re just much more skilled than me. What was the point of asking me to stab you?!” I snarled.“I wanted to see if you were capable of more than rage.”He released me, stepping back.I rolled onto my back, chest heaving, every inch of me pulsing with adrenaline and humiliation.“I really didn’t kill your brother, Luca.”I froze.Then my eyes narrowed. “Liar.”“I’m not lying. In fact, in this current situation there’s absolutely no need for me to lie. Don’t you think so? he said, quieter now. A beat passed. My hands were shaking.“Then how did I get a letter written with my brothers blood that you killed him?”“Well,” he said. “Things like that could be easily faked…forged.”Damian crouched beside the bed, leveling his gaze with mine. It wasn’t pity in his eyes. “Matteo trusted the wrong people,” he said. “He thought he was untouchable. But someone wanted

“You didn’t seem to mind when I pulled the trigger.”“I was in shock.”Damian set the glass down, slow and deliberate. “You were not.”Luca’s breath hitched.Damian stepped closer, stalking him like a panther. “You’re angry. That’s good. I need you to be angry. But don’t lie to me.”He pressed his hand to Luca’s chest. Right over his heart.“You wanted that man to die. And I made it happen.”“You’re insane,” Luca whispered.“I’m efficient.”“You killed someone like it meant nothing.”Damian leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Luca’s ear.“You think this world has space for mercy?”He handed Luca a matte black pistol.Luca stared at it like it might explode.“What am I supposed to do with this?”“Use it,” Damian said. “Or keep being prey.”Luca swallowed.“This was my brother’s life?” he asked. “Deals, blood, secrets?”Damian’s eyes darkened. He just stepped close again. “You want revenge? Then step into my world fully. Stop pretending you’re clean.”There was a long pause. Luca’s fi

The car ride was dead silent, Luca and Damian sat apart in the back seat while one of his men drove and another sat comfortably in the front seat. They had been on the road for more than an hour and Damian hadn't uttered a single word, he just kept his gaze on the tablet in his hand like his existence depended on it, On the other hand, Luca was going crazy as a result of boredom, awkwardly sitting with nothing to do but be alone with his thoughts and stare at the blackness of the tinted windows as they drove to a location undisclosed to him. He rested on the chair, then straightened up, then put his head on the window, then lifted it, He continued till Damian eventually got tired, put the tablet down and turned his eye to him.“What's wrong with you?” He asked, faint hints of annoyance present in his voice, Luca turned to him.“I'm tired of being cooped up in this space with my only comoanion being your silence,” Luca spat.“So your solution is to annoy me into giving you at