All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EmmaAs I woke up the following day, I felt my mind and body still weary and lazy. After everything that happened, Luca insulted me by using sec against me. Now, that wouldn't have hit me the way it did if it hadn't have been for Aldo trying to take that exact thing from me.Instead of getting ready for the day, I lay in bed a little longer. As I lay there, my eyes wandered around the room and eventually landed on the four dress bags that had been delivered to Luca's room. They were hanging on a rail at the end of his bed, waiting to be unpacked. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I looked at them as they had arrived after a particularly emotional fight with Luca the night before. Even though I tried to avoid looking at them, my eyes kept being drawn to them. I instead gazed up at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, coving to distract myself. My mind continued to race as I recalled the fight with Luca. It had been a particularly heated argument that hurt us both. I was

LucaAs I think about Emma, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around her. It's like she has this supernatural ability to disarm me, and I don't think she even realizes it. She's always had a way of getting under my skin in the most simplistic of ways, igniting a burning sensation from within that I find hard to resist. Despite promising myself to keep her at arm's length, I found myself unable to resist her natural charm. One moment of snarled disappointment from her was all it took for me to cave into the desires I had run from, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her passionately against the wall of my office. It was as if I was grappling with reeling in any control I could, trying my damnest to disarm her with my own game of control, but in reality, she had me right where she wanted me all along, and rightly so, after all, I did make a joke at her expense after one of my own tried to rape her.Anyway, call my behaviour tit for tat or counterattack; it's one and t

EmmaAs we make our way to the wedding, I can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole affair. After all, it's not every day that you get to attend the wedding of a distant cousin of Don Moretta. I've put a lot of effort into my appearance today and feel nervous about it.I'm wearing a beautiful silky silver sequin dress that splits up my right thigh, giving me a touch of glamour and sexiness. On my feet, I have chosen to wear the same colour Louis Vuittons, completing my look perfectly.I've gone a little heavier with my makeup today, using winged liner and contouring to enhance my features and look the part. I tend to struggle with events like these, especially regarding large gatherings. But today, I'm determined to make an impression as the one standing beside Luca. Who is dressed in an impeccable grey tux with that white dress shirt I stole it sleep in.As I look around, I can see that most of the guests have the typical bronze tan and brown hair that I've been surrounded

LucaWe've been so busy with attending these good damn events that we've seemingly ceased fire on hating one another and have been getting along rather well—too well, so much so it's unsettling.We're at a dinner with three other Mafia families, each of us heirs, the future dons of our organisations. This is the last event my father threw our way, and it's the most relaxed, bordering on enjoyable.These are the men I'll be handling business within the coming years, and as I sit here watching Emma do her thing, I find myself swooning at her as if we were those loved-up teenagers and not bitter adults.How did she get so good at handling herself around people? And why does the ability to lead the whole room have my balls aching and my cock extremely hard and sensitive to her every move?I must admit, the last week has passed with surprising ease, and now, with our wedding less than forty-eight hours away, I find I'm not unhappy about it.Tonight, when we arrive home, Emma will have the

EmmaI step into the house and immediately feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see my mother and sister deep in conversation with Anna. She is giving them a tour of the compound, pointing out various features and landmarks. I can't help but feel self-conscious as I approach them, my unkempt hair and dishevelled appearance making me feel out of place.Bianca's eyes flicker over to me, taking in my appearance with a glance before turning to Luca with a knowing smirk. I can feel his hand on my waist, a gentle touch contrasting with the forcefulness I've experienced from him in the past few weeks. Surprised to see my sister a day early, I asked her what brought her here today. After all, I had only invited my family over for dinner tomorrow so we could watch movies together as a kind of bridal party. I'm curious to know what has brought her here ahead of schedule. "What are you doing here today?" I ask."That would be my doing. I thought you might like to spend time with your sist