บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

It's been two days already since Liam ran away, and the atmosphere inside the main study was thick with the smell of stale cigar smoke.Rocco was practically vibrating with rage, pacing back and forth across the Persian rug like a frantic tiger. His knuckles were raw, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his teeth clutched tightly around an unlit cigar."I still can't believe this!" Rocco roared, slamming his palm against the high back of an armchair. "That damn undercover rat was living under our roof, drinking our scotch, and sleeping in our beds! How did we fucking let this happen? I warned y'all." He hissed. "Rocco, take a breath, please," Lorenzo groaned from the leather sofa, rubbing his temples. "You’ve been pacing for two hours. You're going to wear a hole in the carpet.""Take a breath?" Rocco snapped, spinning around to glare at Lorenzo. "Our entire operational security was breached! The kid didn't just steal a petty bank account number, Lorenzo…he took the master

Okay! I was freaking out at this point. Laurent’s eyes blew wide open, his skin turning completely paper-white as he stared at the phone in his hand. We were both panicking and my brain had short circuited."Willy, go up! Go upstairs, now!" Laurent gestured wildly in a frantic whisper, waving his arms toward the wooden staircase.I scrambled immediately, my flipflops making almost no sound as I bolted toward the living room. Steph was sitting on the carpet, looking up at me with confused, innocent eyes. I scooped her up into my arms in one swift motion, tucking her face against my neck.“What's happening? Are we running away again?” She asked. "Shh, baby, stay completely quiet, okay? Not a single word," I whispered into her ear. She nodded frantically, clutching my shirt with her tiny hands.Behind me, Laurent moved like a maniac. He grabbed the half-eaten plates of rice and grilled chicken, rushing to the kitchen and hurling them into the deep sink with a chaotic rattle. He grabbed

I carried Steph down the stairs, my legs still trembling slightly from the adrenaline that had just coursed through my body. The moment my feet touched the ground floor, I set Steph down on her feet.Laurent was still slumped against the front door, his forehead resting against his knees as his chest heaved up and down."God... that was way too close," I breathed out, running a hand through my hair as I walked over to him. "Laurent... are you okay?"Laurent let out a ragged, shaky exhale, pulling his head up and resting it back against the door. His skin was slick with sweat, his eyes wide and completely blown out."I am so stupid, Liam!" Laurent groaned, slapping his own forehead with his hand. "I was so focused on throwing the food into the sink that I completely forgot about the three glasses on the table! I almost got us all killed!""Hey, don't say that," I said quickly, crouching down beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You saved us. If you hadn't distracted Marco wh

~ William's POV ~The morning air felt bitterly cold against my skin, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and impending rain. It was finally the day. Today was the day we were supposed to get the passports, board the cargo ship, and leave this city and its bloody ghosts behind.I pushed the laundry room door open quietly, stepping into the small bedroom where Steph was fast asleep. I reached down, gently shaking her small shoulder."Steph," I whispered softly, bending down beside her bed. "Hey, sweetie, wake up. It's time."Steph rubbed her sleepy eyes with her tiny fists, yawning softly as she sat up. "Huh...? Is it time for the big boat?""Yes, princess, it's time," I said, reaching over to quickly pull her thick jacket over her arms and zip it up to her neck. "We have to hurry, okay? Wash your face real quick, put on your boots, and get your backpack. We need to leave before the sun comes up.""Okay, uncle," she mumbled, scrambling out of bed and slipping into her sneakers as fa

"What the hell are you playing at now, Enzo?!" Laurent snapped, his voice shrill with mounting panic.Lorenzo’s eyes sharpened into two deadly points. He didn't even look at Laurent, his gaze drifted past us, locking directly onto Victor, who was slowly inching backward into the shadows."I can't let you get on that cargo ship," Lorenzo said, his voice terrifyingly calm."Why?" Laurent demanded, taking a step toward him. "Are you going to snitch on us? Are you going to call Dante?"Lorenzo shook his head softly, a faint, amused hum leaving his nose. "No. I'm stopping you because that cargo ship is currently crawling with armed federal officers. They're waiting at the secondary hatch to arrest the cop the moment he steps on board."Lorenzo slowly tilted his head, pointing a slender finger toward Victor. "Because your trusted contact over there sold your coordinates to the police chief half an hour ago."Laurent and I both froze, our eyes blowing wide in shock. My stomach dropped. Victo