All Chapters of ENTRAPPED BY THE DEVIL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[TREVOR]“Are you positive it was her?” Laura asks again, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Even though she’s keeping tabs on me from a safe distance, her repetitive questions really get on my nerves.I don’t have anything against her, except for the fact that her involvement with these mobsters seems way more sinister than a cop’s should be. But who am I to question her motives? As long as I get my share of the deal, I couldn’t care less about what drove her to join such a dangerous game. All that matters to me is ensuring Lizzy’s safety, and I couldn’t give a damn about anything else.“There’s no way to be sure, babe.” Doesn’t she already know this? Things rarely go according to plan when dealing with these mobsters. They’re too crafty and cautious to be fooled by people like her and me. That’s one of the reasons why they never get caught, and even if they do, nothing sticks to them. Like I said, they’re way too careful.If there’s one person I can be honest with, it’s myself. And

[XAVIER]All my life, my father and Mir did everything they could to keep me away from their mafia business. I wasn’t allowed in their “meetings” or to ask questions regarding their business or where they went in the dead of the night.At first, it didn’t bother me much. I was curious, yes, and wanted to be part of whatever they had going on behind closed doors, but I never put up much of a fight for what I thought I deserved. Maybe deep down, I always knew my life wasn’t meant to be on the same path as theirs. Maybe I always knew my dad had different plans for me.But sometimes I do wonder if my father’s explanation for creating a different life for me was just to hide the fact that I wasn’t fit for the business. I was his son, after all. His own flesh and blood. Maybe he knew I wasn’t built for their dark world. Maybe by keeping me on the sidelines, he was just trying to be a good dad.Can I hold it against him? Not really. I can’t hate someone for showing biased love to me, can I?

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”Vector tilted his head and leaned forward. The two of them sat in the basement of one of Perazzo’s Casinos. Vector appeared unaffected and bored, while Trevor was bound to a wooden chair, bruised and beaten. The boss hadn’t even laid a finger on him, yet Trevor already seemed on the verge of fainting. The bruises on his face were becoming increasingly prominent. Marcus had certainly done a number on him.“I have just one question, Jones,” Vector spoke, his voice as calm and menacing as ever. “Why did you do it?”Tony spat blood to the side and shifted his gaze back to Vector. “Why do you even care?”“I don’t care

[LIZZY]“You must have met Uncle Diego,” Hazel says after I share a somewhat vague account of what I stumbled upon last night. Guilt gnaws at me for invading their privacy like that. If only I had known…“That makes sense,” I sigh, trying to distract myself by running my fingers through Joey’s soft, dark hair, which has grown long enough to be tied in a small ponytail.I can’t help but think about Laura, who used to take him for hair trims regularly, always ensuring he looked neat and tidy. She loved him dearly. But now she’s gone, and I’m left to care for this little boy all on my own.I love Joey, there’s no doubt about that. I adore him with all my heart and soul. He’s probably the only person for whom I’d do anything, the one who never makes me feel useless or burdensome. But the weight of responsibility weighs heavily on me. Can I truly take care of him for the rest of my life? Am I capable enough? Can I provide him with the life he deserves? What if I fail to be the parent he ne

[CRISTIANA]When the car pulls up in front of the church, that’s when I realize this is actually happening. My heart starts pounding as if it’s about to crash and burn, and my legs tremble.“Get out!” the man driving the car grumbles as he opens the door on my side. The man sitting next to me, with his gun pointed at me, nudges its mouth to my upper arm, urging me to obey.I can’t escape from this situation; there’s no way around it that I can see. After hearing about the explosion from Timmy, I knew what was coming next.Ducio Giangrasso. The bane of my existence. The man who is obsessed with me. Or at least that’s what he claims. Who knows what his real intentions are?I can’t fathom what my father was thinking when he wagered and lost me in a poker game. He was never reliable, especially in front of my mother, but he was still my father. How could he betray me like this? I’m his own daughter, his flesh and blood, yet he treated me like an object, discarding me like nothing in a car