All Chapters of The Devil in a suit : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cameron slammed the apartment door behind him, the sound echoing in the deserted hallway like a muffled gunshot. He leaned against the wall for a second, his heart still racing, his lips still burning with the taste of Amanda. Fuck, what had gotten into him? He'd crossed the line. A line he'd sworn not to approach. She was there, alive, safe, and he'd kissed her like a starving man. His hands were still shaking not from cold, not from the rain dripping from his coat onto the floor, but from that visceral fear that had gnawed at him for hours. He'd thought he'd lost her. For good.He ran down the stairs two at a time, avoiding the elevator to clear his head. Outside, the rain continued to fall in gusts, turning the streets into black, slippery mirrors. He ignored his chauffeur, who was waiting with an umbrella, and walked to his car, parked in a double-parked spot. He got behind the wheel, started the V8 engine, which roared like a caged animal. He felt like an idiot. Worse than an id

He poured himself a straight scotch, a peaty Laphroaig that burned his throat the way he liked it. He sat in the dark, facing the bay window overlooking the sleeping city. London's lights twinkled below, indifferent to his torments. He felt like an idiot. A complete idiot. That kiss… he relived it on a loop. The taste of her lips, the softness of her skin under his fingers, the way she had arched against him despite the fear in her eyes. He had almost lost control. Completely. He had almost taken her there, against the wall, under the rain dripping from their clothes. He wasn't like that. He solved problems with bullets, knives, orders whispered in the shadows. Not with caresses. Not with this tenderness that knotted his guts. But with her, it was different. She made him weak. And the weak don't survive in his world. He knew that better than anyone.He took another sip, the amber liquid going down like liquid fire. He thought of his mentor, gone three years earlier. Of the promise he

I move toward the service elevator. The door is grey, ordinary, with a discreet sign: "Strictly forbidden to unauthorised personnel." I ignore it, press the call button. The doors open with a quiet hiss, almost too polite for such a place. I step inside, my heart beating a little faster, and press the button for -2 without hesitating. The elevator descends in silence, too fast, as if it knows I have no right to be there.Why am I doing this? Curiosity. That damned curiosity that has been eating at me since the first day. Since I overheard that whispered conversation in his office, since I signed that contract that bound me to him without really understanding why. Since that kiss violent, desperate that left me trembling and full of questions. I want to know. I have to know who Cameron Black really is.The doors open with a muffled ding. The air hits me immediately: cold, damp, thick with the smell of rusted metal and old sweat that tightens my throat. I step out of the cabin, my pum

My stomach knots. "Like before"? So there was a before. A history between them. I feel an unexpected pang of jealousy, acidic and burning, even though I have no right to feel this way. Cameron doesn't look up immediately, continuing to flip through the file as if she isn't there. But I see his jaw tighten, a vein pulsing in his temple. He doesn't look charmed. On the contrary, his expression remains neutral, almost annoyed.— Natalia, he finally says, his voice deep and controlled, without a trace of warmth. He closes the file with a sharp gesture, sets it aside. I called you for information, not for your games. What do you have on the Russian transfers?She laughs softly, a crystalline sound that rings false in this confined space. She slowly walks around the desk, her heels clicking on the floor with calculated precision, like a predator circling her prey.— Always straight to the point, huh? That's what I like about you. But you know I work better when I'm… motivated.She moves clo

— Amanda, sweetheart! How was your day?Her voice is warm, familiar, a balm on my raw nerves. I force a smile, even though she can't see it.— Good, Mum. Just… busy. And you? How's Luna?She laughs softly, a sound that takes me back home, to the cosy living room with the fireplace and the smell of bergamot tea.— Oh, she's adorable! She's already conquered the whole neighbourhood. She meows all the time for cuddles, and she loves climbing the curtains. Thank you again, sweetheart. It was exactly what I needed to fill the emptiness.I listen, letting her voice soothe me. We talk about the kitten: how she's settled her in, the mischief she's already getting up to, which kibble she prefers. Then she moves on to the usual questions: my work, my apartment, whether I'm eating well. I answer vaguely, avoiding details.— Everything's fine, Mum. Really.Lie. But I can't tell her. Not about level -2, not about the torture, not about Cameron.The conversation lasts fifteen minutes. I hang up wit