All Chapters of Playing the Devil's Game: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Russo surprised me with a vacation to a high-end shopping destination, during which I was able to fully update my wardrobe thanks to the chance. In spite of the fact that my thoughts were racing through a turbulent sea of contradictory emotions as we made our way through the posh boutiques, I remained silent the entire time. He had chosen clothes that were extravagant, with each item being more extravagant than the one that came before it, but I was unable to bring myself to give my opinion on what I thought of them.We were given the royal treatment by the sales workers, who were more than willing to cater to Russo's every whim and fancy. He picked out stunning gowns, form-fitting clothing, and expensive dresses for me, all of which are indications of his financial stability and his commitment to provide for me. In addition to that, he selected a vehicle for me to drive. In spite of this, while I was going through the motions of putting on different clothes, I couldn't escape the fee

The lavish party that was held for the city's wealthiest and most influential leaders was an event that brought together a large number of significant individuals. The opulent location, which was decked up with crystal chandeliers and other luxurious touches of décor, served as a reflection of the expensive nature of the event that was being held there. Russo and I were there because we had been invited, and as soon as we walked into the room, everyone began muttering and staring at us with appreciative expressions on their faces.At the beginning of the party, the guests were already mingling with one another and engaging in animated conversation while sipping their beverages. At this lavish venue, a gathering of society's most famous personalities had taken place, and the dynamic and pulsating energy that was present in the atmosphere was a direct reflection of this fact.I felt at peace as I made my way through the crowd, the pressures of the past being nothing more than a distant

It was my first birthday since I had left home, and I couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Nobody here knew it was my birthday nor do they even know the real me. If I was at work, back at home. Madea and Christy would have probably put together a silly party for me. As the day dawned, I knew that there would be no family to sing to me, no friends to throw a surprise party, and certainly no lover to bring me breakfast in bed. Mike stopped the breakfast in bed charade almost three years ago, now that I think of it. The signs were presenting themselves early, but I was just the one that chose to ignore it fully. I was still stuck in the delusion of us, I should have known. This was a different world, a world I had chosen, but it sometimes felt so far away from the life I had once known. This world was starting out fast to become the one that’s for me, with each passing day I find the line between good and bad getting blurry for me. I find myself leaning toward the crime world. The da

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

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