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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in my study, nursing a glass of whiskey with contracts scattered on my desk. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment of quiet, when the door swung open. Thomas stumbled in, slightly breathless. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss." He muttered, straightening his glasses nervously. I kept silent, swirling the whiskey in my glass, waiting for him to explain. "But, it's Angel." He hesitated before pointing over his shoulder. "She's throwing another tantrum." I sighed, setting the empty glass down as I referred to the nanny. "Where's Mrs. Jones?" "She called in sick this morning." He shifted awkwardly. I loosened my tie and stood, heading for the door. "Where is she?" I asked, checking the time. It was just past 7 PM. I had a meeting in a couple of hours, but there was time to deal with this. "In her room." Thomas followed closely as we made our way down the hall. When we reached Angel's bedroom, I found her bouncing on the bed in her pajama
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ROXANNE POV The fake passport slid across the scratched-up countertop with a soft thud. I picked it up, flipping it open, eyes scanning the name and picture that didn’t look entirely like me—but close enough to pass. The laminated page smelled faintly of plastic and printer ink, still warm from the machine. Behind the counter, the girl who’d made it sat cross-legged in a battered gaming chair, one eye on her screen, the other—barely—on me. Her tattoos crawled up both arms like vines and she had three rings in her bottom lip while she chomped on her gum. The keys clicked furiously as she smashed them in rapid bursts. Some sort of zombie game. It was hard to tell. I turned the passport sideways, testing the photo page’s bend, then looked up at her with a dry smile. "Do you ever need an extra hand around here? I’ve got a steady one." She snorted without looking away from her screen, raised one pierced brow and chewed her gum louder. "You don’t look like you’d last five minu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17The Devil's Mistress 18
ROXANNE POV I’d been walking around for hours, bouncing from one place to the next, searching for a reasonable gig and nothing had panned out. Every spot I tried either said they weren’t hiring or gave me that polite smile that said, “you’re not what we’re looking for.” I was just about ready to call it a night, maybe grab something cheap and greasy before heading back to the apartment, when I heard it: the pulsing thud of music spilling out into the street ahead. I slowed as I passed the nightclub, its tinted windows flashing with colored lights, bass vibrating up through the sidewalk. A job vacancy notice was taped to the glass—crooked, like someone had slapped it there in a hurry. Just a scrap of hope in a sea of rejections. I paused, glanced down at my hoodie and jeans, then back at the door. Not exactly the kind of place I pictured myself working and definitely not somewhere I wanted to draw attention. But the way things were going, I couldn’t afford to be picky
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ROXANNE POV "R-Raphaël?" I stammered, my breath catching as his chestnut eyes locked with mine. "What's my name?" He asked, his voice smooth but commanding. His white shirt clinging to his toned body while his jacket hung casually on the back of his chair. I ignored his question, blurting out, "What are you doing here?" He leaned back in his seat, loosening his tie, a faint smirk on his face as the dim lights highlighted his sharp features. "Don't make me ask twice." He said, his gaze unwavering. I suddenly realized how quiet the room was...soundproof. The muffled thumping of the nightclub outside barely reached my ears. A sense of unease settled over me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Before I could speak again, he stood and began to approach me, his presence growing more intense with each step. "Raph...Damien..." I quickly corrected myself, rising from the chair, but before I could move, he stood behind me, his hands gripping the armrests. "And where do you th
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"W-what?" She stammered.I pulled her swiftly by the hips, feeling the soft press of her chest against mine. The impact was immediate and she gasped. My grip remained firm on her hips, locking her in place."Prove yourself to me, kitten." I demanded, my voice low."Raphaël..." Her voice cracked as she tried to shove me away, but her eyes betrayed the uncertainty she was feeling. I held her closer, her resistance only stirring something deeper within me."I already told you what to call me." I whispered, leaning in. Her flushed cheeks, the way she averted her eyes, every ounce of her resistance only fueled my hunger for her."Damien...please." She breathed my name, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze flicked away. I slowly released her, watching as she stumbled clumsily back into the chair."Are you going to take this dick or not?" I asked again, watching her wrestle with her emotions. She turned the chair to face me, frustration flashing in her eyes as she pu
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "Damien, the..." She paused, clearly flustered. By then, I was already standing beside her, unable to resist. She looked up at me, frustration written all over her face. "A kiss to open the door." I suggested, my voice playful. Her wide eyes blinked up at me and for a moment, I marveled at her innocence; it was hard to believe she was nearly twenty. "Damien, I need to go home." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's late and I'll need to catch a cab before midnight." I checked my watch; it was just past 9 p.m. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, though I already knew from Fred that it was out of gas. She sighed, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I had to sell it." I raised a brow at the fact Fred hadn't mentioned it. "Damien, the door..." She said again, her fingers brushing the knob. I exhaled slowly, still unsure of why I found her so intriguing. "I'll drop you home." I said, retrieving my jacket from the chair. "I have to check on Ang
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18The Devil's Mistress 22
ROXANNE POV I stood in Damien's office, feeling like a prop left out too long under a spotlight. The waitress uniform clung to me tighter than I'd like—black, sleeveless, cut to show just enough to keep the men tipping and the women glaring. The fishnet stockings itched faintly against my skin and my heels were already making their presence known. I balanced the empty tray in one hand, the other resting lightly on my hip, doing my best not to shift under his quiet gaze. Damien was settled behind his desk, leaned back in his leather chair like he owned the damn world—and maybe he did, at least this one. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the fabric stretched just enough to show the toned lines of his chest beneath. The sleeves were rolled up casually, his wrists glinting with the sleek silver watch he never seemed to take off. He said nothing, just watched me—those unreadable eyes dragging over me in a way that wasn't entirely professional. Not that I expected any
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-19The Devil's Mistress 23
ROXANNE POV Samuel, the bartender who helped me the other night, tried to lift my spirits after my first shift by offering me a ride home.As we drove toward my apartment, I groaned, staring at him in frustration. "What was I doing wrong?"He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just need to be more patient."I sighed, feeling deflated. "The other waitresses seem to get tips so easily, especially from those drunk, desperate guys.""They're natural flirts." He explained, shrugging. "It makes it easier for them. But that doesn't mean you're bad at it."I huffed. "So, basically, I'm a terrible flirt."He glanced at me and chuckled. "You're beautiful, Roxanne." "Makes me curious to see how you'd look with a bit of makeup." His teasing tone softened my mood and I found myself chuckling too."So, to be blunt..." He added, turning his attention back to the road."You're probably the most natural flirt there. You just don't realize it yet." His w
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV Roxanne sighed, setting the chips bag down on the counter, her shoulders slumping. She shook her head slowly. "Even if you could help, Damien," She said quietly, "These people are brutal, heartless and I don’t want to risk getting anyone else hurt for my sake. Especially not Angelina." Her voice wavered at the end and when she turned to glance at me, I caught the shine in her eyes. A tear teetered along her lower lash line, threatening to fall. My jaw clenched at the sound of my daughter’s name—my daughter, born into this shitstorm by blood alone. Even if Roxanne had no idea about us, she was still trying to protect her. If only she knew what the Raphaël family truly was. If she had the faintest idea of who I am—a contract killer raised in a family of merciless tacticians, people who didn’t blink twice before pulling the trigger. I had blood on my hands long before I ever knew how to properly hold a wine glass. And still…this was exactly the answer I expe
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I watched as Roxanne turned back toward the guy at the door, her shoulders visibly tense. She let out a soft sigh, one hand curling around the edge of the door. "Look," She said, voice tight but composed, "I’ll talk to your father today. I’ll give him the cash I have now, then pay the rest tomorrow." She paused, narrowing her eyes. "And I’ll forget this even happened." Her hand made a brief, dismissive gesture toward him—toward that—like she was trying to flick the memory away before it burned too deep. He scoffed. "Yeah, right." But then his eyes flicked to me again and I met his gaze. Calm. Cold. Steady. That was all it took. His smirk faltered. His throat bobbed with a hard gulp. And suddenly he wasn’t so sure of himself anymore. "Well…uh—see you around then." He mumbled, shrinking back a little before turning and walking away down the hall. Roxanne didn’t move right away. She just stood there as the door clicked shut. Then she pressed her forehead
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The second Fred’s name slipped from Thomas’s mouth, I didn’t wait for another word. I brushed past him, already heading down the short hall without glancing back. His footsteps followed mine. The bedroom door was cracked open. I pushed it and stepped inside. Fred lay propped against the pillows, pale and shirtless, the bandage at his side soaked through in a fresh patch of blood. He looked like hell, his eyes were open, barely, but alert enough to flick toward me the second I entered. He tried to sit up. "Don’t move," I ordered, calm but sharp. "You’re lucky she didn’t let you bleed out on her carpet." A flicker of a smirk ghosted his lips. Or maybe it was the pain warping his face. "She could’ve left me to die," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "But she didn’t." "She kept you breathing," I said plainly, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. "And you’d better not forget that." He let out a shaky breath through his nose. "Yeah. I owe her." "No," I cut in,
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ROXANNE POVDamien stepped in without a word. Adam followed, his expression unreadable and the ginger-haired guy with glasses trailed behind them. All three of them wore dark suits, like they’d stepped out of a noir film and straight into my apartment."Are you okay? And where is he?" Damien asked, eyes sweeping across the foyer until they landed on mine.I nodded toward the hallway. "My bedroom." They didn’t waste time. As they moved past me, I shut the door behind them, then made my way to the kitchen.I lingered in the kitchen, dipping the mop back into the bucket and squeezing it out before going back to scrubbing the dark stains near the sink. The scent of bleach was thick in the air, stinging my nose. My fingers had started to prune from handling too much water, but I didn’t care.I needed something to focus on—anything but the way my hands still trembled slightly.Footsteps returned a few minutes later."Who did this to him?" Damien’s voice cut through the silence, low and t
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ROXANNE POV The sound of knocking echoed through my apartment like a jackhammer, dragging me out of sleep with a groan. I cracked my eyes open, blindly reaching for my phone. 7:03 AM.Who the hell was knocking this early on a Sunday?Half-asleep and annoyed, I shuffled to the door, muttering, "I’m coming, geez," under my breath. I didn’t even bother looking through the peephole—figured it was probably the landlord or, worse, his arrogant son.But when I cracked the door open, the man standing there wasn’t either of them.He looked like hell—restless eyes, unsteady breathing. There was something vaguely familiar about him, though I couldn’t place it right away."I need to use your phone." He said—demanded really—and before I could blink, he pushed past me and stumbled into my apartment."Hey!" I gasped, instinctively reaching out and grabbing his jacket. That’s when I saw it. Blood. A lot of it. Staining the front of his shirt and smearing across his side."What the hell—?" I starte
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ROXANNE POV I didn’t have plans for the weekend. Not real ones anyway. Just the usual: sleep in a little too long, clean up the mess of my small apartment, maybe stare at the ceiling until the thought of Kendrick or Garry made my skin crawl. So when Samuel texted me around midday asking if I wanted to get out of bed for a bit, I stared at the message for longer than I needed to. “You need it.” I told myself. Just say yes. I owed him a thank-you anyway—for the late-night drives, the way he subtly covered my back at work when I was two seconds from snapping at some grabby creep. So, I said yes. Two hours later, I found myself walking beside him through a crowd. Street musicians filled the air with mellow tunes, a light breeze danced through my curls and for once, my shoulders weren’t weighed down by paranoia or stress. Just…ease. "You good?" Samuel asked, glancing over with a half-smile. "Yeah. This isn’t what I expected when you said you had something in mind." I said
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about. "That’s familiar." I said, crossing my arms. "You heard about them," Thomas said, tapping a few keys, "a couple years back. Street gang from the other side of the city. Got known for home invasions and torching businesses that didn’t pay up. Real reckless crew. Short-tempered. Real messy." I let the info settle, nodding as I stood up from the desk, glass still in hand. "Right," I muttered. "I remember hearing something. Thought they were more bark than bite." "And they went dark a year ago," Th
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ROXANNE POV I had just slipped through the back entrance, shrugging on the club’s sleeveless uniform jacket over my skimpy top, when I caught the low murmur of voices drifting from near the side hallway behind the bar.Two waitresses stood in the narrow strip between the storage room and the walk-in fridge—half hidden from view, puffing on cigarettes like it was a lifeline.I recognized one of them as Gia. The other, older, I didn’t know by name yet, but I’d seen her flash smiles that earned her hundred-dollar tips with no effort."Girl," Gia said, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, "I swear, I’m one tray drop away from losing it tonight."The older one laughed, lighting her own cigarette with a flick of her chipped black lighter. "Don’t let the boss catch you slacking," She said, teasing. "He’s got that look tonight."Gia rolled her eyes. "Please. As long as we keep the men drinking and spending stupid, he doesn’t give a damn.""You’re not wrong," The older one smirked. "And if he d
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ROXANNE POV Samuel, the bartender who helped me the other night, tried to lift my spirits after my first shift by offering me a ride home.As we drove toward my apartment, I groaned, staring at him in frustration. "What was I doing wrong?"He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just need to be more patient."I sighed, feeling deflated. "The other waitresses seem to get tips so easily, especially from those drunk, desperate guys.""They're natural flirts." He explained, shrugging. "It makes it easier for them. But that doesn't mean you're bad at it."I huffed. "So, basically, I'm a terrible flirt."He glanced at me and chuckled. "You're beautiful, Roxanne." "Makes me curious to see how you'd look with a bit of makeup." His teasing tone softened my mood and I found myself chuckling too."So, to be blunt..." He added, turning his attention back to the road."You're probably the most natural flirt there. You just don't realize it yet." His w
