All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I cannot sleep at night because...”“My past haunts me,” Samson confessed with a firm voice.A sense of numbness crawled in her body. How would she treat him when he carried the same demons as her?“Could you help me refine your haunting thoughts?” She knew she was entering the dark room, where she might not handle herself.“Death,” he whispered, and she could feel the hole in her heart open up.“Death of innocent people. Blood of closed ones.”Everything she closed in the chest of her mind opened up like she was talking to a mirror responsible for everything. “You lost someone close?” She had to compose herself.“Yes,” he whispered, missing the part where he needed to mention he had killed them all.She picked up the water to regain her senses, rolling the pencil between her index and thumb. “What do you think, doctor? How can I stop these feelings that don’t let me sleep?” Samson questioned.“Mr. Rufino, there are always some events in life in which we feel stuck, and our mind trie

Today was different; the morning bliss peeking through the sheer curtains sprinkled on Margarita’s face. She yawned and palmed her face, rubbing her mercury eyes to get a better morning vision.She looked at the spiral calendar, playing hide and seek behind her water bottle, to realize it was Sunday morning.She didn’t realize it was the last day of the weekend, and she completely forgot her weekend chores were calling her name to finish it because she was so indulged in this seven day challenge.But she kept every chore thought aside, jumped out of bed, headed towards the bathroom for the morning routine, and came out hastily in her comfy clothes.She still had time to bake the cookies for those she liked to meet every weekend. The orphanage children were not her friends, but worked as healers to her broken soul. Their smile and thoughts remind her of Ethan, and their unconditional love keeps her going.But on her priority list, one more name had already been added-Mr. Samson Ruffino

Samson and Margarita were heading towards downtown. He thought forcing himself to come with her would make her uncomfortable, but she was calm as the sea, looking outside, and lost in her thoughts.“Do you think I pushed you far enough to tag me along with you?”She turned towards him as the reflected sunshine sparkled in her mercury eyes. “Why would you think like this?”“Just like that. You must think, let me finish this session today, and enjoy my time. But here he is....”She circled the falling strands behind her ear, keeping the same smile.“I am happy to spend time with you as long as you open up with me, and we can solve this mystery in your mind, Mr. Samson Ruffino. But I think I was the one who forced myself on you to get stuck with me for sessions; you were never interested in.”Samson read his innocence.“So the place we are going...”“It heals me,” Margarita answered.They reached the place, and Samson parked the car.Margarita came out, and Samson helped to take out the

Margarita checked the time and recognized today, the time flew like anything. She smiled, passed her goodbyes to everyone, and called Uber to collect her car from the clinic.She was thinking about Samson and realized expecting too much from him was stupid. She reached home and relaxed in a long shower. After an exhausting day, she washed her hair and wrapped herself in a bathrobe.She was hungry but didn’t have the energy to cook; she ordered pizza.She received the pizza box and greeted the server with an extra tip. She opened her all-time favorite series- FRIENDS.And started enjoying her food with a chill coke; she still remembers how much Ethan loved pizza and allowed no one to eat the last slice.Her eyes turned glossy. “This is for you, little brother,”she bit the corner of the last slice and left it thinking about Ethan.She was about to hit the bed when her phone buzzed. It was almost a quarter to twelve. But she knew she had to take this call.She yawned and picked up the v

“Hey brother,” Margarita called Mateo.“How are you, sis?”“I want to talk about Evan,”Margarita came to her house, finished her dinner, and thought about how she should ask her brother about Evan.“Margi, you know our answer.”“We can’t allow...”“I know, brother, and I understand. But he is feeling suffocated, and he needs to explore his life. How long will we make him stay in Italy?”Margarita jeered.“So, what do you want? Let our dad stay stressed, thinking his daughter is alone in the states, and now his youngest son, too, wants to go out?” Mateo snapped.“Dad doesn’t bother about me.” Margarita lowered her peer.“You guess, but we know how much he misses you daily.”“He.. he didn’t want to see me, and neither did he called me.”Mateo heaved a low breath. “You know, Margi. Have you seen that lion king movie?”She nodded.“When Simba was surrounded by the hyenas and trying to roar to scare them off, but failed.”“And when his dad found out Simba was in danger, how did he run and