All Chapters of In The Devil's Embrace : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GUSTAVOIt’s nighttime, and I bought Maryjane a balloon. It’s so over the top. It’s agiant, clear balloon, and the inside has a red Mickey head with lights. I sawher eying one and wanted to get it for her.“This is so cool,” she squeals at we walk out of the park.“I’m glad you like it,” I respond.We hold hands as we walk through Downtown Disney. This is what Iwant. To feel like a normal couple, instead of a mafia member protecting agirl.Maryjane has been stopping to take pictures of us all day. Most of thetime they’re selfies, but I get so embarrassed every time she asks someoneto take a picture of us. She stops another stranger to take a picture of us by agiant Mickey head.She surprises me when she kisses me in the photo. It’s rather bold ofher—she doesn’t initiate public displays of affection like that most of thetime. I pose for the photo and kiss back, the Mickey balloon positionedperfectly between us. Maryjane thanks the stranger for taking our photo andwe keep wal

GUSTAVO Taime and I found the location of Eduardo’s storehouse. Well, one of them. But, this one is large in relation to the others he has. We’re going to burn that shit down. Taime is going to take out most of the guys. I’ll help, but it’s not like he needs it. After most of them are gone, I’ll see what they’re up to. I’m like a cat who plays with its prey.“I heard Eduardo tried to kill Maryjane again,” Taime says. “Yep,” I respond. “Please tell me you stopped having sex with her. It’s a bad idea.” I don’t answer him. Not only have I continued to have sex with her, I now come in her without a condom, which is something I’ve never done before.“You’re going to get bored of her,” Taime hisses. “You always do. It’s been what, two and a half months? You normally drop them before two weeks. How much longer do you really have?” “Shut up, Taime.” I make sure to emphasize my full height, and I loom over him. It’s not as scary as it would be for most people. Taime is 6’3 and the best assass

MARYJANE Rina and I are at the poetry group. After I got over that I have to speak infront of a group of people, I started to like it. It's nice to be able to write myfeelings down in an abstract way and tell people.Because I can't say what's going on directly. I can't even tell Rina,who's my best friend. She has a general idea of my situation, but shedoesn't even know how bad things are.She seems a bit skittish today. Rina normally performs her poem witha gusto, and everyone marvels at her delivery. Today, it's somewhere between monotonous and depressed.Everyone else thinks it was how the poem is supposed to be delivered—it was also saddening—but I know something bad has happened to Rina.We sit together as people disperse."So...what's going on?" I ask."What do you mean?" She sits straight and her body stiffens."Something is wrong. I heard it in your poem.""Nothing." She answers too quickly, then pauses. "Just boy problems.You know. Normal things."I didn't even know R

MARYJANE "I'm not comfortable with Maryjane hearing about my work," my dad responds.Antonio waves his hand. "It's not about that. It's regarding Maryjane and Gustavo Silver."Oh no. I thought this subject was going to be dropped. He can't bring this up to my father. I'm about to interject when Gustavo pinches me under the table. I look at him and he gives me a look that tells me it will be a very bad idea to interrupt Antonio Sorrento."Gustavo Silver needs to get married and have children. The two are together and like each other, so I'd like to propose the two of them get married."Oh god no. The small amount of dinner I ate churns in my stomach as my dad looks at me. He's pissed."You declined dates with Andrew Buchanan, Chip Vanderbilt, and Bradford Van Doren," my father starts.Those are sons of his wealthy friends. I met them all at least once before my father tried to set me up with them, and they're all pigs."Yet, you willingly decide to sleep with The Devil. Why is that, M

MARYJANE I slam the car door as I step out of Gustavo Silver’s car. I can’t get over the betrayal I feel. He knew how my mother died, but he didn’t tell me. Gustavo had no problem telling me he loves me, though.What a joke. There’s no way he loves me, if he blatantly hid that from me. Gustavo must’ve been lying this whole time. He was scheming with Antonio, trying to figure out the best way for me to marry into the family. And I fell for it.I get to my cubicle and my nausea returns. I’ve had it for over a week now. I know what it is in the back of my mind, but maybe if I ignore it, the problem will go away. Yeah, right.As sick as I feel, I try to get to work. I’m in the middle of processing an invoice when I realize it’s not just a stomachache. I’m really going to throw up.Shit. I abruptly stand from my cubicle and start to speed walk towards the bathroom. Dear god—or holy spirit, or divine being—please let me hold it until I reach the toilet. I can’t bear the thought of puking o