All Chapters of Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~~TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ~~~ Antonio's POV ~The world swam in a painful, agonizing blur as the sharp, metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and the concrete floor was cold against my back. Dante’s punch had been brutal, as it sent me flying in seconds. The sound of my head hitting the ground didn't hurt as much as the fact that the one who had hit me was Dante himself.“Shit!”My whole life has been shitty from the moment I was born, I thought it had gotten better now, but I guess I'm still back at square zero.I was barely three years old when the abuse began. Not just the physical blows, but the atmosphere of terror and fear. My father would come home everyday incredibly drunk, his anger a poisonous presence in our home. Not home….this wasn't a home. A home was supposed to make you feel safe but all I felt was anger and hate. He would beat my mother and my elder sister, stepping on us like insects, screaming at us, cursing us for being born, for destroying his life. But I never

"We're going to hell," Marco whispered, his voice chilling to the bones.Hell? What was he talking about?Before I could process what he was saying and ask more questions, a man's sharp voice cut through the air, barking commands at us.“Hurry up whimps. Move now, or you will be punished if you hold up the line.” He shouted at us.I quickly fell into line, and moved behind Marco. The crowd of boys shuffled quickly down a corridor until we spilled into a massive hall. It was clearly built for combat, with high ceilings, observation platforms, and heavy equipment lining the walls. I definitely couldn't tell that such a huge hall would be in this mansion. There were cameras and monitors everywhere and at the side weapons were lined. The boys were ordered to line up in a straight formation. I stood next to Marco, my confusion warring with a paralyzing sense of dread as my stomach was beginning to get upset.At the far end of the hall in a raised podium, there was a golden chair, adorned

But I refused to be like them. I refused to be a robotic human. I approached Marco who was the only one I could talk to at least. "We should form an alliance," I insisted. "We can protect each other…it would be better than dying alone." I tried my possible best to convince him.Marco, though reluctant, finally agreed after days of pestering. And like my plan, we survived because we were protecting each other's backs, ensuring we both made it through the violence. We survived for a few more years, staving off the constant threat of death. Mr Giordano usually promoted the strongest survivors to the rank of what he called made men and they became part of the lowest of the gang structure, finally allowed to leave the arena and work properly and it was my dream to make it to that point. Maybe then I could finally be free.I was around fifteen or sixteen when a new batch of boys was recruited because most had died, and were brought to the long quarters and the games started all over again

~ Dante's POV ~Before I could even process the movement of my body, I lunged forward, my fist connecting with Antonio’s jaw with a sickening crack. The force sent him flying, before his body slammed into the cold hard hospital floor. Blood bloomed instantly from his split lip, staining the tiles as his eyes widened in shock.I was on him in an instant, my shadow looming over his crumpled form and all I could see was red at this point. I reached down to hoist him up by his collar, ready to dismantle the stupid face of a man I had trusted all these years."Dante stop! You’re going to kill him!" Rocco’s voice broke through the haze as he grabbed my arm, trying to haul me back.I snarled, a sound more animal than human, and flung Rocco aside with a violent shove. "Fuck! Get off me!" I hissed as I turned to continue with this maddened craze I was about to unleash on this traitor.Marco stepped between us immediately, his massive frame like a wall, blocking me from my plan. "Boss please,

I stared at Marco, the silence between us heavy enough to crush diamond into powder. But I didn't explode. I didn't even growl. I just sat there, feeling the cold weight of his words sink in."My fault?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, devoid of its usual predatory edge. "How is it my fault that Antonio became a traitor? That he conspired with a pig like Raymond?" My gaze narrowed as I stared him down. “I didn't tell him to ambush the car and I definitely didn't tell him to pick the greenest guards we have and send them to their death.” my voice held a dangerous edge.Marco didn't flinch. He just sighed as he leaned back against the wall. "I agree that what Antonio did was a sin against the family," Marco said, his voice level. "He was out of line and was reckless. But Dante... he had a point. One we’ve all been too afraid to say to your face."I looked up, my eyes narrowing but I didn't say anything as I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Forget Antonio’s jealousy for a second,