Todos los capítulos de The Devil Who Claimed Me (M x M): Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

NIKOLAI I see red and I lunge at Caleb. He twists aside, and we crash into the dresser together. Pain shoots through my shoulder, but I barely register it before Caleb drives his fist into my ribs. I stagger backward. He uses the opening to shove me away. “I was trying to help you!” he shouts. I slam into him again. “Shut your fucking mouth.” We hit the floor in a tangle of limbs and fury. I land a punch against his cheek. He catches me across the mouth. I taste blood, and the metallic tang only makes me angrier. He tries to shove me off. I grab his shirt and punch him again. “You don’t get to make decisions about my life!” “Someone needs to. You’re clearly insane.” I drive my fist into his stomach. He grunts, doubling over, and I take the opportunity to slam him against the floor. “Say that again,” I growl. “Go on. I fucking dare you.” Caleb spits blood onto the rug. “You're proving my point, you maniac.” I hit him. He hits me back. And suddenly it fe

JULIANI can’t stop seeing the blood.It’s everywhere whenever I close my eyes. On Nikolai’s knuckles. On Caleb’s mouth. Streaked across Nikolai’s cheekbones and mingling with the fury in his eyes as he lunged at his own brother.This was even worse than when he’d attacked David.I almost couldn’t recognize him anymore. It wasn’t because of the violence, or that I thought the blood had transformed him into some unrecognizable monster.I saw something in him that I didn’t want to see.Nikolai looked at Caleb like he wanted to tear him apart. His own brother. He looked at Derek and River like they were obstacles standing between him and the satisfaction of finishing what he started.Now, sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room, I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and try to breathe.I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here. Could be minutes or hours. Time has become somewhat meaningless since Caleb’s chilling revelation.Nikolai killed her.He killed his own mothe

JULIAN My first thought when I finally get to enter Theo’s room is that Theo doesn’t look like Theo. He looks different as he lies on the bed, all sorts of tubing and monitors connected to him. I’ve never thought of Theo as a particularly intimidating person, but he’s always seemed so certain of himself. Even when he’s wrong, even when he’s being stubborn, he carries himself as if the world will eventually bend to his will. Now, with his face pale and exhaustion written across his features, he looks nothing like his usual self. I stop beside the bed. “Theo.” His eyes open slowly. For a moment, he merely stares at me, as if he can’t believe I’m standing right in front of him. His face crumples slightly before he looks away. Over the past few days, I’ve imagined what I’ll say if I see him again. I’ve rehearsed it in my head several times. I’d tell him he was a liar. I’d tell him he ruined everything. I’d tell him I was tired of being the doormat in our relationship and forgivi

NIKOLAII pace the length of the living room, feeling my stomach tighten more in knots with each passing minute. There’s blood all over me, my knuckles are split, pain shoots across my ribs and shoulders every time I so much as inhale or move slightly. But I can’t focus on any of that.The only thing I can focus on is the fact that Julian has disappeared and I don’t know where he is. The fact that he’s not been picking up my calls is just the cherry on top of an already shitty cake.Where the fuck is he?I try to steady my shaky fingers as I bring my phone up to my ear to call him again.It rings for a few seconds and then enters voicemail. Just like it has been doing for the past thirty fucking times.I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the screen, my jaw tightening.“Fuck!” I fling the phone onto the couch.It bounces against the cushions, landing screen-up. Julian’s name is still displayed, mocking me.He’s not coming back, the voices taunt me. He doesn’t want to be wit

NIKOLAI The following day, I’m in my room, trying to keep my mind off Julian and pour my emotions into a canvas when my bedroom door opens. For a wild second, I think that Julian has decided to come back. But when I glance at the doorway, I see the devil instead. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Good morning to you too, asshole,” Caleb says. There are bruises all over his face and his lip is slightly swollen. Seeing that fills me with little satisfaction. But it’s not enough. “Fuck off. Get out.” “Still charming, I see.” I close my eyes. Seeing Caleb is making the voices in my head louder and I’m trying very hard not to listen to them. Before I do something I’ll regret. Like killing my own brother. Or scorching the earth to find Julian. “Whatever you want, Caleb, I’m not interested.” “Good. Because I don’t particularly want to speak to you either. Derek wants us at the study. He’s called for a meeting.” I frown. “Why?” “How the fuck should I know? Maybe he's finally