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Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 58
For me, going shopping has always been an excellent method to keep a low profile, and today was no exception. I needed a reason to go back into the FBI office, which was a location that I had once considered to be my home. As I navigated my way through those well-known passageways, I couldn't help but experience a range of feelings. I detested the way it felt right now, and I loathed myself even more.In the first place, this was way too dangerous; if Russo was watching me, this would be a terrible way to give myself away, but checking in at this point would have been way too late. I needed to reassure my superiors and let them know that I was working, so I communicated this to them. I had been pretending to be someone else for a number of months, and I was still not in the thick of things. I have to confess that I have been doing an outstanding job, even if it has been at the sacrifice of my personal feelings.As I make my way through the deserted laundry, I go back to the days when
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 59
As I was getting dressed for the fundraiser, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. The black dress I had chosen for the evening was sleek and sexy, hugging my curves in all the right places. I paired it with a pair of stilettos that made my legs look endless.Russo was sitting on the bed, watching me intently as I applied the finishing touches to my makeup. He leaned back, looking at his watch with a mock sigh. "We're going to be late, Alissa," he teased.I turned to him with a playful smile, not bothered by the time. "Oh, come on, Russo," I said, walking over to him. "Fashionably late is the way to go, right?"He chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "You always have an answer for everything, don't you?"I leaned in closer, my lips almost brushing against his ear. "Well, it's not just any event. It's a fundraiser," I whispered, my voice taking on a sultry tone. "We need to make an entrance, don't we?"Russo's breath caught, and he cleared his throat, try
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 60
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently coaxing me awake. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the new day, and then noticed the enticing aroma wafting through the room. My senses quickly came to life, and I realized that breakfast in bed awaited me.Russo stood by the bedside, holding a tray laden with delectable treats. He wore a playful grin on his face as he presented the meal. "Good morning, my beautiful Alissa," he greeted me, his eyes filled with a hint of mischief.I sat up, a mixture of surprise and curiosity coursing through me. "Breakfast in bed? What's the occasion?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.Russo placed the tray in front of me. "No special occasion," he replied with a wink. "I just wanted to spoil you a little."A wave of warmth washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at his sweet gesture. "Well, you've certainly succeeded," I said, running a finger along the edge of the tray.As I started to indulge in the delicious breakfast he'd
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 61
The room was thick with tension as Leanna, with a determined glint in her eyes, insisted on waiting for Russo. Her demeanor was unsettling, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something dangerous was about to unfold. Clutching a gun tightly in her hands, she motioned for me to sit quietly."Why are you doing this?" I finally mustered the courage to ask. "What do you want?"Leanna smirked, a twisted satisfaction dancing in her eyes. "Oh, sweet Alissa, you've always been oblivious to the bigger picture. Sit tight, and maybe you'll understand."Confused and desperate to comprehend the unfolding scenario, I scanned the room for any signs of an escape. How had Leanna even made it past the main gates? Where was the security?Before I could voice these questions, the door burst open, and Russo rushed inside. Relief washed over me at the sight of him, but that relief was short-lived. Leanna, with an air of authority, ordered him to sit. Russo complied, an unusual compliance that hinted at a
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 62
It seemed in my thoughts as though there was a party going on that I wasn't invited to attend. There is no one here to address my queries, and I have some. As I took a few steps back, I noticed that I was once again in my room. The throbbing headache I've had all day is the only thing that brings yesterday back to mind.There are many more inquiries that I have for Russo, but I seriously doubt that he will be willing to answer them right now. The man despises it when questions are directed against him, but yesterday my life was in imminent danger, and I was beginning to see more sides of him than I was previously aware existed.When I turned around, I felt a hand on my waist, and I don't need a fortune teller to tell me that it's Russo's. I carefully removed his hands from around my waist, and then I attempted to fall back asleep in case he woke up or something else happened; but, I was unable to fall asleep at all. My dry throat was making matters worse, and the only time I felt bett
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 63
The aroma of boiling pasta filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the tension that hung thick in the air. I sat at the table, fingers tapping rhythmically, waiting for Russo to finish his culinary escapade. He moved with a familiarity that was almost lyrical as he made his way around the kitchen, and his movements were precise and meticulous. If Alissa hadn't been so angry with him, she probably would have found him entertaining; she wondered when the last time was that he was in a kitchen when he wasn't busy taking people's lives or killing people. As I watched, aggravation rose to the surface of my skin once more, and this time, Russo noticed it. Well, there goes my objective of keeping my irritation from being obvious. He glanced over his shoulder and asked her, "Something on your mind, butterfly?" The endearment that used to make my heart skip a beat suddenly felt more like a poke in the eye than anything else.I let out a sigh and dropped the pretense that I had been keeping
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 64
I was exhausted from the events of the previous night when I walked into the house, and as I did so, I observed that the draperies were open to some degree, allowing the late morning sunlight to shine through them. We were together in the kitchen, where Alissa was quietly perched on one of the stools, and the space around us was eerily silent. I was at a loss to explain the precipitous drop in temperature, so I frowned as I tried to process the information."Everything okay?" I queried while incorporating a note of apprehension into the tone of my voice.She only glanced at me for a moment, but her eyes were as frigid as ice. She muttered, "Fine," before returning her focus to whatever had captivated her attention before.I sighed to myself as I tried to determine the cause of her obvious annoyance, but I was unsuccessful in my attempt. Because I did not have the luxury of time, any attempt to solve the issues that she was currently facing would have to be postponed. Before I could go
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 65
As soon as Russo walked through the door, the tension rose to a fever pitch, and before he could even say hello, I let loose with a barrage of charges that were directed squarely at the heart of our connection."Where the hell were you last night?" My eyes narrowed into an accusatory stare as I posed the question.Russo's expression revealed that he was taken aback and he wrinkled his brows. He responded with a question that revealed the real perplexity that was written all over his face: "What are you talking about?"The fact that I hadn't been able to sleep the night before, along with the smell of vodka that lingered about him like a shameful secret, stoked the fires of rage within me. "Don't play dumb," I said angrily. "You left, reeking of alcohol, and you didn't even bother talking to me."Russo exhaled deeply, a look of confusion and exasperation painting itself across his features as he did so. I was in the pub at the time. What gives you such a bad case of the jitters?My ans
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The azure waters of the Aegean Sea stretched endlessly before us, each wave whispering tales of the timeless beauty that surrounded our haven. The Grecian sun, a molten orb in the cerulean sky, cast a golden glow over the whitewashed walls of our secluded vacation home. I had orchestrated this idyllic retreat, a sanctuary where the echoes of our love story would harmonize with the serenity of the landscape.The villa, nestled on a hillside, offered panoramic views of the sea, a canvas painted in hues of sapphire and emerald. Every detail had been meticulously arranged—a testament to my desire to create a moment etched in the tapestry of our shared history.Chloe, unaware of the orchestration unfolding around her, marveled at the beauty of the surroundings. As she strolled through the manicured garden adorned with vibrant bougainvillea, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before her. A private table, adorned with fresh flowers and delicate candlelight, awaited us on the terrace, overlooki
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 85
The room felt heavy with an unsaid tension as Russo's eyes locked onto mine. His question was simple, yet it echoed loudly in the silence, "Are you going to scream?" A myriad of emotions swirled within me, leaving me speechless in the wake of this unexpected encounter.I shook my head very fast, I have zero intentions to scream and knowing Russo, he wasn’t here to hurt me. I wondered how he tracked me down to this pace, but i guess I wasn’t that hard to find. I wasn’t really bothered about hiding my location, and even now, I still don’t care. With a nod from him, the grip on my wrists eased, granting me freedom. In that moment, I anticipated anger or retribution for my betrayal. To my surprise, Russo's gaze remained steady, studying me as if decoding a complex message. The air hung thick with the weight of our shared history and the choices that had led us to this crucial moment.Struggling to find my voice, I began to apologize, the words spilling out in a desperate attempt to conve
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 84
The coastal town had transformed into my safe haven, a place where the crashing waves played a soothing symphony in tune with my solitude. Tranquil days extended into weeks, each sunset delivering a sense of peace that had long evaded me. Despite the calm, the echoes of my past refused to fade away.The constant buzzing of my phone disrupted the peace of my coastal retreat. Mike's persistent attempts to contact me forced a change of numbers, a desperate measure to shield myself from the shadows of my previous life. Medea had expressed concern in a call, but I insisted on isolation. The need for distance, both physical and emotional, propelled me to this picturesque coastal town.The local animal shelter stood like a beacon of hope, offering a sanctuary for abandoned souls seeking refuge. My decision to adopt a dog stemmed from a longing for companionship, an acknowledgment that I couldn't face the echoes of my past alone.Upon entering the shelter, the air was filled with a mix of bar
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 83
As I entered my flat, the weight of the decisions I had made sat heavy on my shoulders. The sound of the door closing brought to my attention the emptiness that appeared all around me, serving as a continual reminder of the choices that brought me to this isolated location.The evening progressed, and it turned out to be a very unpleasant experience. It seemed as though each passing second was a march towards a daybreak that did not provide any assistance. I was unable to fall asleep, and the shadows that were cast on the walls seemed to make fun of the fragmented reality that I was confined in.Even the dawn did not bring any solace. On the contrary, the consequences of my treachery were followed with a sickening malaise. This morning, I made a conscious effort to walk to work, avoiding every regular route that I typically use. The experience of ascending the stairs to get to work has never been so taxing. It was as if I had returned to my own reality, and the world had obviously mov
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 82
There was a heavy sense of expectancy in the air, and the tension in this room had been in a chokehold that was gradually released. As we watched the covert drama that was taking place on the TV in front of us, Medea stood next to me, remaining mute as she watched it. The bait had been accepted by Russo, despite the fact that I had prayed to the universe countless times that he would not. With his knowledge, it is likely that he would arrive by himself and not even notify Romero about it. The FBI will not kill him, which is a relief; nonetheless, the most unfortunate aspect is that he was present during this treachery. When I was writing the report, I would have preferred not to stare into his eyes; but, the honorable thing for me to do was to cuff him personally. This was my way of letting the director know that I had completed the responsibilities of the job. I was on my way to being promoted, and it was likely that I would be transferred away from this state once all of these thi
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 81
Although I was able to hear the faint echoes of laughing and glasses being clinked, I was unable to pick up on the lively energy that was there at the after-party. In spite of the shifting shadows and weak lights, I examined the whole area in an effort to locate the recognizable shape of Alissa. All the same, she remained evasive, like a ghost in the middle of the celebration.There is a good chance that she is in this area, on my side, and not too far away from me. I have been doing all in my power to alleviate the tension that exists between us, and I have been doing an excellent job of handling it. Even if there is a small voice in my brain that continues arguing back, at least I am aware that she will not be leaving me any time soon. As I turned to face Romero, you could see lines of confusion etched over my forehead. "Have you seen Alissa?"The short hesitance that was obscuring his countenance caused his eyes to waver somewhat. "Yeah, she has been gone for that long. It was st
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 80
The day of the celebration was jam-packed with activities. Russo entrusted me with the organization of things since he needed to focus on his company. As I moved from one position to the next, I oversaw the completion of all of Russo's requests. Romero, who never wavered in his allegiance, was a tremendous assistance to me in comprehending the complex interplay between mob politics and societal norms.As time went on, Romero instructed me to get ready and urged me to depart. He told her, "Alissa, everything's set here," and he meant it.I am grateful that we were given a break. I took a moment to reflect on my appearance in the serene dressing room mirror. A tumult of conflicting emotions erupted as a result of the weight of my obligations, the directives from the FBI, and the conversation I had to have with Russo.I paused for a few seconds, tears streaming down my cheeks. The strain of balancing my two lives was beginning to take its toll, and the powerful image I had constructed wa
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 79
My mind kept going back to the premeditated kidnapping that took place earlier in the day despite the fact that the day was fraught with chaos. Russo came into my life at a time when I was trying to unravel the falsehoods and deceptions, bringing with him a force that sliced through the gloom."Alissa!" he exclaimed, the joy in his eyes clearly seen in his expression. "I have something amazing to tell you."I remembered the convoluted past that we had together and stared at him with wary fascination as I recalled it. "What is it, Russo?"He talked with much zeal. I'm putting up a charity ball, which is a major event to generate money for pediatric surgical procedures. Alissa, just think of the people whose lives we could impact.The honesty with which he expressed himself weakened some of my resolve. "That's a good cause, Russo."After gazing directly at me, he gave me a nod. "Also, I'd want to ask you out on a date, Alissa. If we work together, we have the potential to make a signifi
Playing the Devil's Game Chapter 78
The air in the room was thick with unspoken words, creating a heavy atmosphere. Russo's determination to break through the tension was evident, and I could feel it lingering. He gazed at me, a glimmer of resolution in his eyes.I wnated to get out of here and I wnated to stay at the same time. It was a wild feeling and i ahd no idea where it was leading me to at this point. "Alissa," he broke the silence that enveloped us, "how about I handle dinner tonight? You've been dealing with a lot, and I thought a break might be good for us."I sighed, grateful for his attempt to bring comfort through the simple act of cooking. "I really don't feel like cooking, Russo. It's been a long day."I hoped that would deter him from speaking firther, but that only gave me odd ideas. I was tired, and I needed to catch a break already. A mischievous smile played on his lips. "That's perfect, then. Because I'm the chef tonight. I have a special recipe in mind—one you've never tried before."His enthusi
