Alle Kapitel von HER SAVIOR, THE DEVIL: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Entering the nursery, Thea found the nanny folding Lawry’s clothes. At first glance, Thea thought Maria must have done his laundry, but then she realized the nanny was putting Lawry’s clothes into a little suitcase. She felt chills running up and down her spine. Had Damiano found out about Marco’s call? Was Damiano sending them away?“Maria… what are you doing?” she asked the nanny.“I’m preparing Lawry’s things. Signor Chiaramonte came in here and asked me to pack some of Lawry’s clothes.” Thea’s legs shook.“Why?”“He said that you were going on a trip, signora Chiaramonte.”“On a trip? Me?” Maria nodded.“Oh…” Lawry impatiently kicked, wanting to be put down. Numbly, Thea set him on his feet, and just like the first day he was here, the little boy raced toward his toys, pulling out a stuffed floppy dog off the bookshelf to squeeze to his chest. Thea drew a shallow breath.“When did he say that?”“Five minutes ago… more o

The shock of that confession was visible on his mother’s face. It was the name of the man who brought so much pain to his family, but it was also the name of the woman he loved with all his might. Damiano took Lawry, still asleep and unaware of the tragedy unfolding, from his father’s chest and entered the nursery. He kissed Lawry’s rosy cheek and placed it into Maria’s arms. “I promise I will bring your mommy home,” he whispered, caressing his little head, then got out of the room. “Let’s go to my study,” Damiano said to his parents. The moment they entered the room, Damiano set up his father’s wheelchair, then helped his mother, still shocked about the news, to sit near his father. Manfredi was looking at him silently, extremely unbothered by what he had just heard.“Papà…”“She looks so much like her father…” Manfredi said calmly. “I saw her once, when she was three or four. But she used to have red hair, like her mother.”“She had to change everything when she joined WIT

The night air was chilly, but Thea wasn’t shivering. She wasn’t feeling the cold. She wasn’t paying attention to the pain. She didn’t care if she was wearing only a bra and a pair of jeans, if her feet were covered in shreds from her shirt, or if her body was covered in cuts and bruises. All she knew was that she had to run. She had to get away from Marco and his men. And the adrenaline rushing through her small, battered body was helping enormously. Holding her twisted arm tight to her chest to immobilize it, Thea concentrated on making her way through the woods. Marco and his men were still behind her, so she kept walking. At some point, she felt the need to stop and catch her breath, just for a moment, but she didn’t dare. They could be right behind her. No more shots had been fired, but how did she know they weren’t stalking her, waiting for her to make a mistake?“Walk, or you’ll die,” she kept repeating to herself like a strange mantra

Damiano paced back and forth outside Thea’s hospital room. His mother and sisters had gathered in the hallway, standing against opposite walls, all looking at him with deep concern in their eyes. Brian Silver was standing a few feet away, with his hands shoved into his pockets.“How long does it take?” Damiano spat out as he glanced at the closed door again. “Why won’t they let me inside?” Giorgiana laid a hand on his son’s arm and squeezed reassuringly.“They need to get her settled in without all of us looming over them.” He spun around and paced back down the hall. Not seeing Thea was driving him insane.“Calm down,” Fiamma told her big brother. “Our girl went through hell and back, and she proved she’s one tough cookie.”“Yeah… Thea’s a fighter, Dami,” Bianca added and hugged Damiano. “Everything is going to be okay.” After hours in the emergency room, Thea had finally been transported to a private room. She’d only woken up intermittently, and she’d seeme

From the sitting room’s window, Thea was scanning the backyard, trying to stay as calm as possible. But even if Accardi’s men were all down, he was still out there, lurking, planning. Her head ached. Her arm hurt so bad she wanted to die. Several other police and Interpol members had descended on the hospital while Damiano had immediately taken her to the villa. As a result, their sitting room had been converted into a police personnel outpost. Another pulse of nauseating pain rolled through her body, but Thea was deathly afraid to take anything after what happened in the hospital. Her fear was probably irrational, but she wasn’t exactly in the most rational state of mind.“Thea, you need to let me give you something for the pain,” Dr. Falcone said kindly. She turned and blinked to bring the doctor into focus. Older, lined with age, with a nice, friendly face, Dr. Falcone was the one taking care of Manfredi. And he had been for years. He was not only the Chiaramontes'