All Chapters of The Devil You Know : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELIJAH I jolted awake to the sound of my phone buzzing nonstop, vibrating aggressively against the nightstand like it was trying to shake me out of my skin. My heart was already pounding before I even picked it up. Something felt wrong. Too wrong. I snatched the phone, blinking away the blur in my eyes, and saw the notifications stacked on top of each other. Messages. Missed calls. Alerts. Cartel alerts. My stomach dropped so fast I almost felt sick. I opened the first message. ~Warehouse hospital under attack. ~Warehouse hospital hit. Heavy fire. Andrade down. Another— ~Boss shot. Four bullets. I froze. My breath got stuck somewhere between my throat and chest, refusing to move. The entire room felt colder, smaller, suffocating. For a second I genuinely thought I was still dreaming because none of it made sense. My brain just wouldn’t process it. Andrade was shot. I kept reading, hoping I misunderstood something, but every line said the same thing in dif

ELIJAH The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stepped back into the closet, the heat loosening the tension that had knotted my muscles through the night… but not enough. Not when every step reminded me of Andrade—of his hands, his mouth, his voice strained in my ear—memories flashing like blades. I hadn’t realized how deep they sank until I caught myself smiling like an idiot under the hot water. But the smile died right away when I remembered why he was even bleeding in the first place. Renata. The smile collapsed into a tight line, anger settling into my chest like a stone. She had gone ahead. She had acted without me. She had shot him—four times—and she hadn’t even told me still! The doctors were bent over Andrade when I walked out of the closet, their gloves red, their voices sharp and focused. He was awake, of course he was, jaw clenched against the pain as he stared at the ceiling like he could intimidate death itself. Typical. For a split second o

ELIJAH The café looked too normal for what I came here to do. People sipping coffee, typing on laptops, chatting like the world wasn’t full of monsters disguised as humans. I walked in with my hands in my pockets, my heartbeat steady. It felt calm—too calm. My rage had simmered into something colder. Renata picking this place didn’t sit right with me. An open café? Really? Not a warehouse, not a basement, not an abandoned parking structure? A café with croissants and soft jazz? It was either confidence… or arrogance. Then I saw him. Alonso. Sitting near the back window, stirring his coffee like he was bored. Not guarded, not tense. Too relaxed. Today was supposed to be the day. One less enemy breathing. One less ghost hovering over the ruins of my life. I walked toward him, and he lifted his eyes without surprise. “Finally,” he said. I gave him a cold, practiced smile before I sat down. “Finally.” He leaned back in his seat, studying me. “What does it feel like? Facing me

ELIJAH The door to the suite clicked shut behind us, and the world outside vanished in an instant. The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the lamps, vases of fresh lilies and orchids scattered across every surface, their petals unfurling like secrets waiting to be told. Rose petals trailed across the floor in a path leading to the bathroom, and the king-sized bed in the corner was a sea of crimson silk sheets dusted with more of them. Andrade's hand was firm on my lower back, guiding me inside, his touch electric even through my shirt. We hadn't spoken since we left the car; words felt unnecessary when his lips crashed into mine the moment the door closed. I tasted the faint salt of his skin as our mouths moved together, hungry but unhurried. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring with a deliberate stroke that made my knees weaken. “Mushroom…” he muffled. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, while his fingers traced the line of my jaw, then down

ELIJAH Two days. Two long, agonizing days, and I still hadn’t seen Andrade. I had no answers, no explanation, just silence. I’d tried calling, texting, asking Marisol, but it was always the same: nothing. Andrade was out of reach, and no one would tell me what was going on. Not Marisol, not anyone. The hours dragged on, each one heavier than the last, until it felt like my brain was breaking down under the weight of it all. I was losing control. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it together. As I walked down the stairs, my thoughts were a swirling mess. My mind kept replaying the same question over and over: Why won’t they let me see him? I kept thinking. What happened to Andrade? Why won’t anyone tell me? I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t notice Cristian until he was right in front of me and I almost bumped into him. I tried to dodge him but he stopped, blocking my path with a smile. “Where’s your mind at, Elijah?” he asked, his vo