All Chapters of Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

The ticking of the wall clock was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment and reminding me I was still bound to reality. It had been over twenty four hours now and the silence in this VIP suite was becoming unbearable. I hadn’t moved from the chair beside Liam’s bed since I was allowed to finally see him. My suit was all wrinkled, and my tie discarded hours ago. My eyes felt like they were filled with glass every single time I blinked. He still hadn't woken up and all the doctors had to say was,“Wait.” But how long do I keep waiting? What if he never wakes up? That thought scared the shit out of me.I stared at his face, it was too still. The vivid purple bruises on his forehead and the various cuts from the shattered windshield looked like insults against his fair skin. Every time his chest rose and fell with the mechanical assist of the monitors, my own heart gave a painful thud. My brain, the one that supposedly couldn't process normal human attachment, was screaming at me.

It had been more than a week that I've been awake in this hospital and the mind numbing beep-beep-beep sound of the heart monitor was driving me partially insane. The smell of antiseptic was making me nauseous too and it was fucking hard to even move my body.But through every single second of it, there was Dante here with me. For all these days here, he was with me and stubbornly refused to leave. He would disappear for an hour or two to head home, shower, and change, but he was always back before the scent of his expensive cologne had even faded from the air. He had essentially moved his office into my VIP suite. I’d wake up at three in the morning to find him hunched over a laptop, the blue light of the screen illuminating the sharp, weary lines of his face, his fingers tapping silently as he managed his empire from a hospital chair."Dante, just go home and rest properly," I’d tell him, my voice still a bit scratchy. "You’re going to get a back injury in that chair, and then I’ll

The days that followed moved in a repetitive cycle of white sheets, blood pressure cuffs, and the constant hum of the city beyond my window. My recovery was moving faster than the doctors expected. Probably one of the perks of being young and having the best medical care blood money could buy…but my mind was restless despite my quick recovery.Dante was still here. Every time I woke up, he was the first thing I saw. He’d become a permanent fixture in the room, his presence as steady as the IV drip but infinitely more suffocating. He pampered me with a gentleness that felt wrong, given who he was and who I was. He shouldn't be this gentle, it was weird seeing him acting this soft, but he was and I must confess that I liked it even though I told myself not to. I shouldn't get used to this.He’d brush my hair back from my forehead, feed me soups he’d had his private chef prepare, and read the news to me in that low, hypnotic voice of his I find utterly alluring. It was a domesticity buil

~ Dante's POV ~I watched Liam as he drifted into sleep after taking his medication, his chest rising and falling under the covers.I sat back in the armchair, the leather creaking under my weight. My body ached badly, not from the walk through traffic or the lack of sleep, but from the grinding weight of being the sun around which this violent system orbited.Everything was fracturing bit by bit and I was watching it all crumble. I wondered how I would be able to protect this family of mine when I could already see the danger ahead. I didn't want my brothers around but they were still too stubborn to listen to me and stay away from the country for this time being. Another thing which bothered me was the fact I had severed ties with Antonio. He was one of my oldest friends, my right hand, the man who knew more about me than I even did about myself. I had cast him into the dark because he had dared to touch what was mine. Did I regret it? I won't say I did, but a part of me still fel