All Chapters of Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

What the hell just happened? Everything was so sweet a moment ago, now it's all awkward and quiet and I'm looking at this man like I was some criminal who had just done the craziest shit. It was just a sock, I didn't expect him to act so strongly. I just sat frozen, my heart thumping against my ribs, staring at Dante who was now cowering behind a pair of cotton socks."I’m sorry," I whispered, the words tasting bitter. "I didn't mean to cross a line, Dante. I just… it was so strange…” I gestured, desperately trying to find the right words, but when I looked at him, he looked so shaken.“Dante, you're shivering." I reached out but paused midair, unsure whether I should touch him or not. "It’s fine," he replied, his voice strained and unnaturally flat. He wouldn't look at me. He was staring at the wall, his jaw set so tightly I thought his teeth might crack."It’s not fine," I insisted, as I was feeling nothing but frustration at whatever the hell this was about. "I apologized but I s

I practically sprinted back to my room, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. Once the latch was secure, I checked every corner, the dresser, the light fixtures, and the ventilation. I was ensuring I was out of the line of sight of any hidden eyes. When I saw I was completely alone, I pulled my burner phone from my pocket again. My fingers trembled as I pressed the call button to return Emily's call. She picked up immediately."Liam? Is that you?" Emily’s voice was urgent, cutting through the silence of the room. "Are you alright? You haven't checked in for forty eight hours.""I’m fine," I whispered, my voice thick. "I had to be careful. You know the house is… it’s not safe to be talking with you every time."She sighed, "I know that, but the higher ups are getting impatient, Liam," she snapped, her tone fraying at the edges. "They think you’re losing your nerve and there's talk about sending another team to replace you in the field. They want the files, and they want them yest

My jaw was locked so tight my teeth ached. Every step I took down the long, carpeted corridor felt like walking barefoot over broken glass. My earbuds were pressed deep into my ears, feeding me the low, nervous static of Emily’s breathing on the other end of the line.Because of Dante’s blatant, possessive claim over me, the guards and enforcers patrolling the mansion didn’t give me a second glance. They stepped aside, offering stiff nods as I walked by. They all saw me as Dante's new boy toy so no one asked me any questions. I forced my face into a neutral mask, swallowing the bile rising in my throat every time I looked at them. They were all complicit and every one of them were going to be punished by the law. "Liam, status," Emily’s voice hissed in my ear, cutting through my racing thoughts. "You're dragging your feet. Move quickly.""I'm moving," I muttered under my breath, my hands shoved deep into my pockets to hide their violent shaking.I was halfway down the hall, just a f

"Alright," I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck. "As long as it's safe.""Driver, turn the vehicle around," Emily instructed crisply. "Take the outer ring road to my new address."The van reversed, navigated a tight side street, and began the long drive toward the opposite side of town. Twenty minutes later, the vehicle slowed to a smooth stop outside a sleek residential complex. The driver hopped out, grabbed my small overnight bag from the trunk, and handed it to me through the sliding door."I'll be back at seven sharp tomorrow morning to pick you up," the driver said, nodding before heading back to the driver's seat and pulling away into the night.I stood on the pavement, staring up at the building, and immediately frowned. Emily’s old apartment had been a cramped, peeling-paint box above a noisy Laundromat….the kind of place regular police salaries could barely afford after bills and groceries. But this? This was a high-end luxury complex with manicured lawns, floor-to-ce

~ Dante's POV ~My black car ate up the miles of dark asphalt, its headlights cutting paths through the fog-choked night. I sat in the passenger seat, with my arms crossed over my chest, staring out into the pitch-black wilderness, though I wasn't really seeing anything. I felt…uneasy. This prickly feeling started as soon as I pulled out of the mansion gates. It was that old instinct, the mental alarm bells that had kept me alive through decades of blood, turf wars, and betrayal.“Something was wrong.” I muttered as I tightened my fist. I let out a slow breath, my shoulders dropping as I pinched the bridge of my nose. From behind the steering wheel, Marco gave a sidelong glance at me before focusing back on the road. He shifted gears, the clicking sound unnaturally loud in the quiet cabin. "You've been sighing for the past twenty miles, boss. If this is about Lorenzo, relax.” He offered. “The kid is probably just blowing off steam and doesn't want to come home yet. He’s not worth a