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The Devils Game Chapter ten
The violet sky casts a final glimpse of neon blue and orange before bidding the sun goodbye, leaving behind splinters of light to dance over the sleepy streets of France. Just as I stand next to my luggage, Nirali appears, a vision of grace and kindness. "Grateful for hospitality, Nirali," I murmur, accepting the black luggage from her outstretched hands. As I sigh, feeling the overwhelming fatigue of travel, Nirali reaches out to me with concern. But I shy away from her touch, recoiling from human contact.Her expression twisted in a dance of embarrassment at her forgetfulness. "I’m sorry," she stammered. "Abel mentioned your aversion to touch and yet here I am." I tried to muster a smile, weak as it may be. "No need to apologise."I scooped up my baggage and sauntered towards my car. Suddenly, a voice broke through the air like a warm ray of sunshine. "Irena," Nirali called out, her gaze brimming with tenderness. "If you need anything at all, just give me a ring. Anything, okay?" H
The Devils Game Chapter eleven
Saint's grand abode was a sprawling fortress of solitude, a regal palace seemingly built for royalty. It took a good forty minutes to traverse the winding roads that led to this mammoth mansion of opulence, with its grandiose dimensions twice that of Abel's humble abode. Yet despite its impressive façade, inside lay an eerie stillness; the vast halls and empty spaces devoid of any human presence. It was a ghostly refuge that whispered with secrets, waiting for the right tenant to bring it back to life.As I step into the house, the vast space feels like a breath of fresh air. The lack of bulky furniture allows the room to breathe and bathe in the sunshine that pours in through the wall-wide window at the end of the foyer. The view is breathtaking - the Eiffel Tower towers over the City of Love in all its glory. Lush greenery and exquisite artwork adorn the walls of the foyer, lending an air of sophistication to the space. The luxurious marble flooring is a sight to behold, gleaming
The Devils Game Chapter twelve
I hate it when Irena gets drunk. When she finds comfort and happiness in the indulgence of liquor. With my seat tucked in the shadowy corner of the poker room, my glass of whiskey was my only company. But as the liquid amber danced like fire in the dim light, my thoughts were far from content. The mere mention of Irena's wild drinking habits was enough to make my blood boil. It was a stab in my heart when I would come home to see her slurring her words and stumbling about. Each whiff of alcohol reminded me of my own painful past, a shadow that followed me with each wobbling step she took. I had tried to discuss it with her, but it felt as if my words were just another matchstick in the never-ending rift that sat between us, letting it grow until the flames erupted into an eruption of hot-headedness. It wasn't just the physical toll her drinking took on her, but the emotional toll it took on me. Her drinking reminds me of my mother, the very same woman who had neglected me when I was
The Devils Game Chapter thirteen
The group collectively turned to face me, their countenances now riddled with fear. “What?” I question. “Y-you just killed a man in cold blood.” He states fearfully. I place the gun on the table, adjusting myself on the seat. "Just a friendly reminder," I spoke softly, my tone laced with venom, "to watch your words when it comes to my wife." I chuckle to myself, tracing the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger. “We are ruthless and we do get whatever we want.” As Roy's words triggered a realisation in their minds, Don succumbed to the nausea and vomited violently, staining the floor with chunks of his dinner. Abel winced, while Irena stood by the door, crinkling her nose in disgust. "Jesus fucking christ" I muttered under my breath. Kai tried to speak, but his words came out as incoherent gibberish. "Don't bother, Kai," I interrupted, taking a sip of the fiery liquor that scorched my throat. "I won't kill you. Not unless you give me a reason to." Don wiped his mouth,
The Devils Game Chapter fourteen
Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
The Devils Game Chapter fifteen
The sun is a fading disk in a violet sky, casting splinters of neon blue and orange over the tweed France sky.Tatiana appears beside me as my luggage is standing beside her. "Thank you Tatiana."She smiles softly, handing over the black luggage to me. I took it from her grasp and sighed."Irena." Tatiana calls out, I lift my gaze meeting her tender gaze. She reaches out to me but stops realising that I don't like being touched. She quickly lowers her hands and crimson creeps up into her cheeks. "Call me when you need anything. Anything at all." She announces. "You're too kind." I declare and she shakes her head. "Don't even worry about it. We family know. We have to take care of each other."After my talk with Tatiana earlier on today, 3 hours later Abel came back. He didn't look like his friendly self. He has his poker face on and would glare at me occasionally but made sure Tatiana didn't notice. He informed me that Saint is back and I should get ready to leave.I sensed something
The Devils Game Chapter sixteen
14 hours earlier A twisted apprehension sinks to my marrow and pits out of my bones.Staring down at the naked bum whimpering on the concrete floor. "The fuck are you crying for?" I question with annoyance. He trembles sniffing back the snot drooling out of his nostrils. "I-I didn't do it." He cries to himself pulling his legs up to his chest. "P-p-pleaseeee."Of course, he did. I do not torture people for fun...I torture them for the fucking pleasure.Crouching down to his level I loosen the tie around my neck. Cracking my tense neck then satisfied when I hear the popping sounds of my bones.Christ, I love the sound of breaking bones and soon, I will hear them."Didn't do what Angelo?" I question. He lifts his eyes, his haunted gaze meeting mine as I watch the fear swimming in his green pools. I push back the urge to sink my thumbs into his eye sockets. I have to be patient. "I didn't double cross you, Saint. I promise and devote my loya-"I cut him off by slamming his head hard on
The Devils Game Chapter seventeen
"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello, Z
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