Semua Bab Trapped In Between The Devil's Claws: Bab 1 - Bab 7

RAINEY“Everybody, heads down!” The wedding ceremony had looked beautiful until that loud voice echoed through the hall, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.My blood ran cold.The only time I had witnessed a crime scene was when I was seven years old—twenty years ago—when a man stabbed my father twenty-two times in the belly.“Shit.” I cursed under my breath, trying to push away the memories. I shouldn’t be thinking about that, especially not now, when I wasn’t sure I’d keep my head intact in the next few minutes.I did as the voice commanded, bowing my head low against the ceramic floor.I shivered, chanting endlessly to myself. Good girls don’t deserve to die like this. Then I heard a gunshot just steps away.I froze; my knees went numb.An exasperated gasp escaped my lips when I recognized the voice.“Felix!” That was Miss Donna's voice. “Why did you shoot him?”I peered from beneath the table and saw the groom's best man lying in a pool of his own blood.Jesus.Tears streamed dow

RAINEY“Mister, what do you think you're doing controlling me like this?” I shot at him, my arms crossed over my chest.How foolish of him to believe he could bring me down here and dictate that this was my new home.He paused, glancing over his shoulder without turning around. “Don't argue, Ney. It won't end well.”My blood boiled as I watched the smirk curl up his lips. He must have thought his words would silence me, but that was just a lie he told himself.“Why should I follow you? I don't even want to be here.” I shrugged, stamping my feet stubbornly against the marbled floor.“Rainey.” He called my name, the sound slipping from his mouth like a haunting song.I took a step forward as he approached me.“Don’t come close.” I raised my finger to warn him, but he simply shook his head.“This is my mansion, and I call the shots here, Rainey Wyatt, not you. Don’t be a jerk; it didn’t end well for your father.” He cackled, each step reminding me that I needed to figure out a way to esc

005RAINEY“You're forcing me to go against my will in broad daylight and dragging me into the unknown at night.”I wasn’t looking at him; I was staring out the car window, biting my lip so hard that I could taste blood on my tongue.“This dress makes me uncomfortable.”He turned to me, a smirk on his thin lips.“Are you going to take it off, Ney? I swear I won’t stare.”I turned to him and shot a deadly glare.“The next time you call me Ney, I might end up in prison for murder, Silas Valetti.”He slowly nodded, smiling at me, and Holy Mary, I almost peed myself.Why did he always have to look so hot?!!“What’s the ceremony?”“It’s an event.”“An event?”He nodded, “Yes, a gala event.”“Am I invited to dine with the elites?” I raised an eyebrow, hoping he would put an end to my confusion right away. “Why should I be there? You know I can sense this gloomy cloud hanging over your head, and with the last few hours I’ve spent with you, I’ve never felt so threatened in my life.”“I feel l

Dario Reyes had the kind of smile that made you want to check your pockets afterward.It spread slowly across his face as I approached — or maybe as he approached me, because by the time I registered the distance closing between us, he was already within arm's reach, already extending his hand, already looking at me like I was something he'd been waiting to find all evening."I don't believe we've met," he said.His accent was faint. Spanish, maybe. His grip when I took his hand was firm but brief, the kind of handshake that communicated restraint — that said *I could hold on longer, but I won't. Yet.*"Angelina Jordan," I said."Dario." He released my hand. "You're with Valetti?""I am."Something flickered across his face. Not quite surprise. More like recalculation. He took a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes drifting briefly across the room to where I assumed Silas was, then settling back on me."Interesting man to be with," he said."Is that your polite way of saying dangerous?