Todos los capítulos de The Devil’s Game: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aiden was still laying on the desk, his body slack and trembling, when he heard the bathroom door open.Vito stepped out, already fully dressed, looking completely composed like nothing had just happened. He was drying his hands with a napkin, his movements casual, and unhurried.Aiden could hear the tail end of a phone conversation… Vito must have taken a call while he was in there."...yeah, make sure it's handled. I don't want any loose ends," Vito was saying into his phone. "Good. I'll be there in twenty."He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket.Then he turned to Aiden, his expression unreadable."Get dressed," Vito said flatly. "James will come pick you up."Aiden blinked, still trying to catch his breath, trying to make his brain work again."Don't worry about the mess," Vito continued, gesturing vaguely at the desk. "The maid will come clean up."Aiden sat up quickly, his mind scrambling to catch up with what was happening.Wait– was Vito really leaving? Just l

Vito picked up a cigarette from Gianna's box on the desk and lit it, taking a long drag before speaking."Get the girl," he said, exhaling smoke.Gianna waved her hand dismissively at one of her men, who immediately hurried off to do her bidding."You need to go torture your other brothers, Gianna," Vito said, leaning back against the desk.Gianna laughed, the sound sharp and amused. "I can torture all three of you at once. It's called multitasking, brother."Vito scoffed, shaking his head. But there was something he needed to know. Something that had been eating at him since he'd walked in here."Who sold me out?" he asked, his voice dropping lower.Gianna raised an eyebrow. "Straight to the point. I like it.""I'm serious, Gianna. As cunning as you are, you're not usually able to pull out dirt on me like this." He took another drag of the cigarette. "Can't say if I'm that feared or that respected. Either way, I like it like that. So who talked?"Gianna smiled, that cat-like smile th

The moment Elena saw Aiden, her face crumpled.Tears spilled down her cheeks instantly, and she scrambled off the couch, running toward him with her arms stretched out."Aiden!" she sobbed.Aiden dropped to his knees and caught her, pulling her into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her small body, holding her like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go."Elena," he breathed, his voice cracking. "Oh God, Elena."Behind them, Vito made a face, looking almost offended. He had just spent the last few hours keeping this kid calm, getting her food, making sure she was comfortable, and the second she saw Aiden, she started crying like he had been torturing her or something."I thought I lost you," Aiden whispered into Elena's hair, fighting back his own tears. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.""I was scared," Elena hiccupped. "There were bad people and they had guns and–""Shh, it's okay. You're safe now. I promise."Aiden pulled back slightly, his hands moving over her frantical

Gianna shifted the thin strap of her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against Bernard's hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the hardness, the heat, the way the veins popped along its length.God, she loved this. Loved the weight of it in her hand, the way it throbbed under her touch.She felt the sticky liquid at the tip and smiled. He wanted this just as much as she did.For a moment, she had the thought to lick it, to take him in her mouth and make him lose his mind. But the way her pussy throbbed, aching and wet, she couldn't wait. She needed to feel him inside her. That very second.She positioned herself above him, rubbing the tip of his dick against her pussy. The sensation made her bite her lip hard, pleasure shooting through her as she felt how wet she already was, how ready.She rubbed him around the hole a few more times, teasing both herself and Bernard, watching his face contort with need."Gianna," he growled, his voice strained. "Stop teasing."Sh

The afternoon sun beat down on the old industrial warehouse like it was trying to set the place on fire. Vito stepped out of the SUV alone, no guards, no backup, just the quiet click of his expensive shoes on cracked concrete. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt and walked straight toward the side entrance like he owned the building. Two of Matteo’s men posted outside straightened up fast, hands twitching toward their weapons. They recognized him immediately.“He’s inside,” one of them said, voice shaky.Vito didn’t acknowledge them. He pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the dim, dusty space.Matteo was sitting at a folding table in the middle of the open floor, surrounded by five of his guys playing cards and drinking. The second Vito appeared without anyone behind him, Matteo’s face split into a wide, mocking grin.“Ho-ly shit,” Matteo laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Look who decided to show up. Fucking Vito himself, walking in here with no guards? You really go