All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LucaThe pendulum swings in the clock on the bookshelf opposite my desk. It's a tiny family heirloom passed down from my father and his before him. Inside, there's gunpowder hidden in a small compartment, something insignificant unless you know its meaning. With each swing comes a tick, which signifies another second Emma is not standing beside me where she belongs.A cleared throat over the mobile's loudspeaker reminds me that Theo is awaiting a response to his revelation that Niko and Emma have disappeared."What the fuck do you mean the pair of them are missing?" I suddenly screamed down the phone to Theodore, who had strict instructions to drive them to the pharmacy before bringing them home safely, in one piece. The drop-off of Bianca to Rossi went without a problem, just as Emma had promised it wouldn't, but now it seems the pair of them have vanished into thin air, never returning to the car from the pharmacy, which is not fifteen minutes drive from our home. I have confirma

BiancaEmma falls back on the floor, clutching at her chest as she coughs, then gasps for breath. Her skin is slick with sweat, her lips tinged red and dried with blood.Panic sets in her face before she begs me for help.She's been stabbed by a seven-inch blade. What type of damage does that do?"Emma," her name tumbles from my mouth as I panic about how to help her. I leave my Mama's side to tend to her because right now, there's nothing I can do for my Mama, but Emma isn't a lost cause just yet."He—lp," she begs.Feeling utterly lost, I promise to do just that, but I've no clue about how to help her. My hand presses against the wound that's seeping blood, the red fluid staining between my fingers. God, I hate blood—its texture and smell.She needs a doctor, B."I'll get help; stay here," I nod to her, holding my hand with direction for her to stay put as I stand up. I take in the mess of the room around me as I circle away from my sister. Both of our parents are dead, lying beside

TRIGGER WARNINGS - EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE.LucaMy wife is fine, I keep telling myself. She's in the basement level of my home, in the fully stocked hospital bay, not a few doors down from the very room I've set Bianca in. I've ensured it's solely used for Emma, and I've sat beside her, waiting for her to wake for what seems like an age.In all honesty, I should still be sitting by my wife's bedside now, watching her breathe to reassure myself that she's very much alive after they had to perform emergency surgery upon her arrival home because of a ripped muscle allowing air to crush her lung and seep within her abdominal cavity.Niko did his best, by the looks of it, in a shit situation, but even that didn't help for long enough. Emma crashed in the car over here, and their unexpected arrival, with Niko pulling her out of the car to lay her on the driveway, had me racing outside in a panic. We were gathering the things we needed to turn up to my father's when alarm spread throug

Smirking that she listens to me without hesitation. I step away, needing the space to think about how to approach these questions."Tell me about your position in your home?" I ask, stepping behind her to put the scare of the living daylights in her. I hold the scissors, ready to cut her clothing, knowing she'll refuse to talk as much as she did yesterday.Nothing, not a bat of her eyelids. But that's okay; she'll soon learn what happens when she chooses to remain mute. I lift the strap of one side of her top, snipping through the material. The two parts fall, and she gasps while I trace her collarbone with the blades."Something you should know about me, Little B, is I play dirty, and you're making this all too easy for me.""Next..." she dares to demand."Playing your own little game, are we? Okay, let's battle together. What was your role in the attack on our car?" Swallowing, her throat bobs with her guilt, but she refuses to answer, so I press the blade under the other strap. Cu

"I gathered as much," I reply unhappily. Remember our time together, Ithink of Bianca's answers—of the way she revealed only so much and how she broke for me after only two days. A groan sits in my throat at the knowledge that I need to tell Emma the truth about how I've treated her sister in the last two days. She should have expected it, but Emma had never been the typical mafia girl.Shame suddenly flits through me as I make eye contact. True to Emma's supernatural powers, she knows instantly that I'm keeping something from her."What did you do to her?" Emma asks though she seems more resigned to the idea that I did something rather than convincing me she cares for the answer—I presume, anyway."Emma..." I clench my jaw, tensing my muscles that flex on either side of my face. A warning to tell her that she doesn't want to hear what I'm about to say. Yet she rolled her eyes at me as if knowing I'd try to deny her.She's always known me so well. I bet I don't need to explain myself,