Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 126

The interior of the mini-mansion was surprisingly warm and well-lit. The other members who had been trailing behind immediately fanned out, their boots thudding against the polished wood floors as they dropped their gear and began chatting with ease.I stood in the center of the living room, my eyes sweeping over every dark corner, every blind spot, and every potential entry point. Despite the cozy atmosphere, my instincts screamed that we were exposed.I turned my head, catching Marco walking by. "Marco," I called out in a low, authoritative murmur. "Don't let them get too comfortable. Keep guards posted at the front gate and the back alley. I want a rotating watch all night."Marco gave a curt nod, his face tightening. "Already on it. I'll get the boys organized." He turned and walked off toward the kitchen.A few feet away, Lorenzo was leaning casually against the wall, a smartphone pressed to his ear. He was chuckling softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as someone ranted on

~ William's POV ~The screen flickered softly, the green progress bar lingering for a second before the hidden folder fully expanded across the screen of my phone. I sat frozen in the chair, still can't believe that Dante actually used my name.“What the hell was he thinking?” A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Why would he use my name? Had he known from the very beginning who I was, or had he grown so attached, so recklessly consumed by me, that my fake identity had become his undoing? “It doesn't matter.” I shook my head. I didn't have time to process the terrifying weight of that realization and what this all meant.My fingers trembled as I clicked into the main directory, I didn't know why I was trembling so much, but I felt so uneasy. The folder was massive, filled with rows and rows of digital data, meticulously organized, dated, and titled down to the exact second.Curiosity overrode my panic and my hand moved to the very first file at the top of the list, dated not too

The yellow taxi rattled down the deserted highway, its tires hissing against the damp asphalt as the first faint streaks of pale gray light began to bleed through the heavy clouds on the horizon. In the back seat, Steph was curled up tightly, her head resting heavily on my lap, but my emotions were all over the place.I looked down at her peaceful face, a lump forming in my throat. I stroked her tangled dark hair back from her forehead, my thumb tracing the gentle curve of her cheek. My mind was completely blank. Panic and exhaustion buzzed behind my eyes in equal measure. “Where were we supposed to go?” I thought. Our apartment was obviously compromised, the precinct was a den of murderers, and Dante’s mansion was a fortress I had just betrayed and fled from. I couldn't possibly go back.There was nowhere I could possibly go at this point. Knowing we needed shelter before the sun came up and the city fully woke, I tapped on the glass partition, instructing the driver to pull ove