All Chapters of Playing the Devil's Game: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

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

I sat on the luxurious sofa's edge, tapping my fingers repeatedly on my thigh, while the room was softly lighted and hung heavy with an air of suspense. As he walked about the room in a restless manner, Russo emanated an anxious energy that gave the impression of permeating the entire area. It had been days since I had left the home, and the isolation was beginning to take its toll on me. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic.I eventually addressed my dissatisfaction by saying, "Russo, I can't stay cooped up here forever," breaking the awkward stillness that had formed in between the two of us.He stopped in the middle of his stride, his penetrating eyes landing on me. The love that was still present under the surface was reflected in the anxiety that was engraved onto his features. "Alissa, please understand that it's not because I don't trust you. It is for your own protection, after all. I can't take the chance that something bad may happen to you."My aggravation and comprehensi

The night air hung heavy with the scent of uncertainty as Russo entered the dimly lit room, his presence casting a fleeting shadow across the office. I sat at the desk, surrounded by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. The tension between us was palpable, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tumultuous emotions that lingered in the air.His apology cut through the silence like a hesitant whisper. "Alissa, about earlier..." Russo's voice wavered, a rare vulnerability surfacing in the deep timbre. He approached cautiously, as if navigating a delicate terrain.I met his gaze, my own eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and weariness. "What happened earlier, Russo? Why did you react like that?"He sighed, the weight of his actions etched on his features. "I saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom cabinet. I thought you might be pregnant."The revelation sent a jolt through me, the implications of his assumption sinking in. "Russo, I'm not pregnant," I stated firmly,

The air in the room crackled with tension as Russo paced back and forth, his gaze avoiding mine. His phone buzzed intermittently, each message adding another layer of secrecy to the heavy silence that hung between us. I'd had enough of being sidelined and kept in the dark about the dangers that seemed to be closing in on us.I was starting to see myself as a vital part of this world and nothing about my other identity concerned me anymore, I want to keep myself on check but i still can’t do it, Instead I focus on immersing myself badly into Russo’s world. "Russo, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm. I was tired of all of these, and the parables too. He sighed, finally meeting my eyes with a hint of reluctance. "Alissa, not now. I have things to deal with."I crossed my arms, frustration bubbling to the surface. He was doing it again, dismissing my opinions. "Things? Russo, we're not playing games here. If my life is in danger, I have a right to know. You can’t just keep me in th