บททั้งหมดของ Deadly Game With My Adopted Uncle : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

ESME Dad will kill me if he finds out I’m fucking his enemy. Before that happens, I’m leaving. I stare back at Lorenzo’s drunk ass. He’s splayed across the bed, legs everywhere, his breathing steady and deep. He’s completely oblivious to the fact that his little prisoner is currently escaping the grasp he’s held for years. He’s been my everything, the only person who ever really gave a fuck about me in his own sick way. My father never had a spare second for me while I was growing up; he was always too busy building an empire to notice the daughter living in it. Lorenzo was the one who actually showed up. He made me feel seen. He made me feel like a woman—the kind of relationship you’d never expect between a niece and her uncle. And despite my flight leaving in an hour, I’m paralyzed by sudden cold feet. The sinful, treacherous part of me doesn’t want to live this quiet life; it wants to stay and explore whatever more sick, twisted devotion Lorenzo has to offer.

ESME The boutique is dead quiet when we step inside. Lorenzo planned this. He had completely taken over. Since my family basically owns every brick in this city, he made sure the store was cleared out for the entire day. The staff is lined up like soldiers, looking terrified because they know exactly who is coming. "Pick a dress." Lorenzo commands. "That one." He doesn't bother looking at the racks; he just points at a few dresses, and the sales reps scramble to grab them. "I’m not a doll, Lorenzo," I snap, but I still go into the changing room. I know better than to argue when he has that look in his eye—the one that says he's the buyer and I'm the only thing on the menu. I step out in the first dress. It's a blood-red silk that clings to every curve. I feel like a model on a runway, and he is the only judge in the building. He sits there, legs crossed, watching me with a focus that makes my skin prickle. "Come here," he pats his thigh. I walk over. Before I can

ESME The Valentis were supposed to be a small-time nuisance. They were a local gang, little more than street thugs, so what does that have to do with Julian? Julian’s eyes go wide. "What? No. I don't know any Valentis! I don't know what you're talking about." "The tracker says differently," Mateo says, tossing a small, magnetic black box onto the dining table. It skitters across the wood and stops right in front of Julian’s plate. "This was tucked under the rear wheel well. High-end tech. The kind the Valentis use to shadow trucks before a hit." Judging from my dad's face, Julian isn't leaving here in one piece unless I do something. "He didn't know!" I shout, standing up. "Dad, look at him! He doesn't know anything!" "Sit down, Esme!" he roars, rounding the table. Julian, still confused, tries to push his chair away, but Mateo’s hands are already on his shoulders, pinning him down. "I swear, I don't know what that is!" Julian is crying now—real, ugly tears of terror. "