All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

Marco's PovThe car rolled to a stop a short distance from the location Malachi had sent.I stared at the massive estate ahead. The place looked far more polished than I expected. Clean walls. Expensive design. Perfectly maintained. Like nothing evil had ever happened inside those walls.But we both knew better.Beside me, Nyx kept her eyes fixed on the building.Silent.The opportunity was finally right in front of us. God... let this end in our favor."I think I spotted Lord Bronco's car," she suddenly said, pointing toward the left side of the property.I followed her finger and nodded. A small breath escaped me.Good.At least part of the plan was moving."We need to get inside," I said.Her eyes returned to the heavily guarded property."But how?"I held her gaze for a second. The answer hit both of us and we both spoke at the same time."The fence."A small smile touched her face. "The fence."We got out immediately. Keeping low, we circled toward the rear side of the property.

Bianca's PovThe ride back felt longer than it should have. It was painfully quiet. No one spoke.The van rattled over the rough road, its engine the only sound inside. Blood stained the floor beneath our boots. The smell of gunpowder clung to every one of us like a curse that refused to fade.I glanced across the van.Renz sat against the wall with his head lowered, one hand pressing firmly over the bullet wound in his arm. Blood continued soaking through his sleeve, yet he acted as if he couldn't feel it.He hadn't spoken a single word since we escaped.Somehow...That frightened me more than his anger ever could. Quietly, I picked up the medical kit and moved closer. "Let me see your hand."He didn't even look at me."No.""It's still bleeding.""I said no."His voice wasn't loud. It was flat.I sighed."If you don't stop the bleeding, you'll lose more blood than necessary."His eyes finally lifted to mine. "Treat your own wounds first." I looked down at the cuts running across my

Marco's PovSmoke escaped slowly from my lips as I stared into the endless darkness surrounding our compound.It had been two weeks. Two long weeks since everything fell apart. The hideout was quieter than ever. My men stood guard around the building while the others remained inside. No one joked anymore. No one laughed.Not after what Malachi had done.I took another drag from the cigarette, my thoughts drifting back to the video he had sent.Nyx...Camila...The little girl...They were tied to chairs, bruised and bleeding while Malachi laughed behind the camera. Every time I remembered their faces, my chest tightened.Then there was Renz.He had become someone else. He barely spoke. Barely slept. He answered only when necessary, and even then, his voice carried nothing but cold silence. Everyone knew he was trying to hold himself together so no one dared stand in its path.Even Bronco kept his distance. Everyone did. And every time I looked at him ...I heard his voice in my head .

The drive back to the estate was painfully quiet.The engine hummed through the empty road while none of us found the strength to speak. Roman sat beside me in complete silence. His wife remained at the back with their little boy asleep against her shoulder, one hand gently stroking the child's hair as though reassuring herself he was still there.I kept my eyes on the road. Trusting Roman was already a dangerous gamble. Bringing him into our hideout...That was an even bigger one.If he truly meant every word he had said...Then today might become the turning point of this war. But if he was lying...and this was another one of Malachi's games...Then I had just handed our location to the enemy.And this time...Renz would never forgive me. The thought stayed with me until the familiar gates finally appeared ahead. The guards recognized my car almost immediately...as the heavy iron gates slid open.Roman watched them carefully before looking farther into the estate."So..." His voice wa