All Chapters of The Devil Owns Me Now: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I needed to clear my head and lying in bed with Ronan wasn't cutting it. Sure, it felt good and comforting even, but I was liking it way too much, when I shouldn't. So I sat up fast, swinging my legs over the side of the bed which was a mistake because the room spun, and a sharp headache slammed into me like a truck. I gripped the edge of the mattress, breathing through it and trying to shake off the dizziness. Ronan was saying something, his voice low and worried, but I tuned him out. All I could think about was getting away, putting some space between us.I pushed myself up and headed straight for the bathroom. The cold shower hit me like ice, shocking my system, but it helped, washing away the sweat and the stickiness from earlier. My head cleared a bit and the fever was not as bad now. By the time I stepped out, with a towel around my waist, I figured Ronan would be gone. Part of me hoped he was. But no, he was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped tig

The glass windows exploded as we spun out of control. I felt the world tilt, tires screeching as Marco fought with the wheel, trying to gain control but it was no use. We smashed into a concrete barrier on the side of the road, the impact throwing me against the seatbelt so hard it knocked the breath out of me. My head snapped forward, then back, and everything went blurry for a second.The ringing in my ears was deafening, like a bell was ringing right inside my skull. It drowned out the distant horns and shouts from the street. Smoke started coming up from the engine,stinging my eyes. I blinked hard, tasting blood in my mouth, I must have bitten my tongue.My body ached all over, the fever making every throb feel twice as bad. I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead, and that's when I remembered Marco. “Marco!” I yelled, my voice hoarse and rough. I twisted in the seat, ignoring the sharp pain shooting down my neck. He was slumped over the wheel, his head rolled to the side, bloo

“Boss?” His voice was alert, like he knew something was off.“I just encountered some men and I want you to help me track them down. Get some information out of them, who they work for, what they're doing in this city, and how the hell they were able to chase me down in a city that I rule!' The words tumbled out faster than I meant. I was furious. My free hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into my palm. “Just call me when you know more. Don't screw this up.” I didn't wait for his response and hung up. Pacing helped a little and it kept the dizziness at bay, but my mind wouldn't stop spinning. How did those men know about Ronan. How did they know that I bought him at an auction? Why are they looking for him? What do they need him for? Who wants him? I had so many questions to ask. The photo I saw burned in my thoughts and I shook my head, trying to gather myself together to think about the right thing to do now. I dialed the head of security back at the island. The line conne

“All of this wouldn't have happened if you'd just sent him back home the day you decided to.” A nagging voice whispered in my head, it was that annoying conscience I usually ignored. I closed my eyes tight, trying to push it away, but it lingered, poking at the sore spots. Lecturing myself? Great, just what I needed after a night like this. My head ached, not just from the cut but the fever creeping back, making my skin hot and clammy. Ronan's hands paused for a second, then he shifted, climbing up to straddle my lap without asking me. His weight settled on my thighs, his knees bracketing my hips, close enough I could feel the heat off him. He leaned in, the cloth dabbing at the blood in my hair and along my forehead, while being careful around the edges of the wound. I stared up at him, his face inches from mine. I didn't tell him to get up and didn't even think of telling him. I just let him be there, cleaning me up. I hated this, hated what I'd turned into because of a boy. Me

Ronan didn't say anything right away. He just looked at me, his eyes soft now, not sad anymore, but full of that warmth that always made my chest tighten. His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away a bit of sweat. “Yeah..” he whispered finally, leaning in to press a light kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Me too.”That was all it took because now, the air between us shifted, heavy with want, but not the rushed kind from before. This felt different, it was slower, like we had all the time in the world to figure each other out. His hand slid down my arm, fingers lacing with mine, and he tugged gently, pulling me toward the bedroom and without a word, I followed him. heart pounding slowly now, not wild, like during the kiss. The hallway seemed longer than usual and I wished we could just get to my room already. When we got to the room, I didn't flip on the light. The room was a little bright from the lamp on the nightstand, casting shadows that made everything feel more intimate and priva