TAKEN BY THE DEVIL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

VALENTINE I was still in doubt when every pointer was at Margaret. The account details she scribbled out in the piece of paper had exactly the same writing as the one Marcelo picked from the store. The attacker was able to get in through the store so probably she helped him into the house. Now the bigger question that still hung unanswered was: Who gave the order? Margaret had bluntly refused to utter a word. She had claimed she didn't see their faces but they had threatened to hurt her mother if she failed to help them out. I watched Cleopatra's lashes flutter gently. Watching and holding her made my heart skip a beat. I felt crazy emotions come to life. They surged through me and made me want to have her within my space every minute. Each time these crazy emotions which I can't explain rear up, a subtle pinch of fear ignites sending shivers running across my entire system. I would lose her. Fe

VALENTINE His eyes glowered. He pummeled his hands hard on the snooker table. The balls rattled.“A rat huh?" The corner of his lips cracked in a smirk. He strode down to the meeting room. The entire mob was assembled.The made men, soldiers and guards stood with confused looks on their faces. I ran a quick scan across the room. All I saw were hardened faces with bloodshot eyes. “I want reports from every unit. Present the reports of the movement of every member to my desk before noon," Rossetti hollered, the veins on his neck throbbed. His voice echoed through the wall.“You can all go," He dismissed them with a wave. There was heavy shuffling of feet and each one began to troupe out. I sighed out loud. A sigh of dissatisfaction. “Is that it?" I quipped, my eyes boring into his dark eyes. “If there is a rat, then it would be hunted down," He remarked.“That would take a lot of time, Rossetti. T

CLEOPATRA My heart sank.I was supposed to be happy. I searched for that joy and excitement that should have come with hearing this wonderful news.“We are leaving in six minutes,” He glanced at his wristwatch, with a fixed grim look on his face he turned. Scream Cleopatra. Jump Cleopatra. Yell out loudly Cleopatra. Instead, I asked, "Why?” My voice was strained with tears. He halted. Time flowed through us. He didn't utter a word. My chest raced.Over time, staying with him has made me love his presence. And just when I had loved him and everything he represented he wanted to drive me away.“I don't want you to get hurt.." came his terse reply and he walked away. I fell back on the bed, tears clogged my throat. I gathered myself up and left to freshen up. I took my bath, picked the bag and strode out of the room. I met him in the living room, he was having a phone call.“

VALENTINE Rather than go to Rosetti, I trailed after Marcelo. I parked my Harley away from her house. I stood there and kept a close watch on the environment. Nothing suspicious was happening. Everywhere was calm. There was no uproar or tension. I turned the Harley around and drove away. I remember my words to her. Thinking about it stung my heart. I shouldn't have said those words. My fingers curled tightly. I loved the beautiful moments between us. I loved to watch her sleep peacefully. I loved the serene laughter she owned. I loved to watch her pout each time she got angry. I loved her. But I didn't want to hurt her. She was obstinate. Resilient. Strong-willed and Daring. She was everything I hated. But one thing I loved about her was how she trusted me and depended on me. I could see the love flickering in her eyes each time I looked into them. I stepped on the brakes. Cars lined up on the road obstructing my passage. I had turned through the highway, a path no one

CLEOPATRA It was quick and unexpected. The knife which I was using to chop onions snapped through my finger. I dropped the knife and moved away from the chop board. Thick crimson spewed out. I placed my hands under the sink and gently washed off the blood. My chest beat hard as though it was trying to rip out of my body. "Cleo?” Aunt scurried in, her eyes widened in alarm when she saw the huge cut on my finger, "What happened to you?" “It's nothing, Aunt," I flashed her a smile. She drew out the first aid kit and began to dab my finger with a cotton soaked in methylated spirit. Hot pain charged through me. I winced softly. She looked at me tenderly, "You have to be careful, child. I don't want to have your blood in my food,” she said teasingly and rubbed my cheek. We shared each other's smile. "Have some rest. I'll take care of the kitchen.” I nodded and dragged my feet to the chair. I sat there and watched my aunt as she cooked. I engaged her in small talks which led t