All Chapters of Contract With The Devil's Mafia: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Where's Miya?” asked Damian as he hopped down from the saddle. He adjusted his coat a little and glanced at the clock on his left arm. He didn't expect to have to spend so much time with someone he thought was useless. It seemed like he should put his people around Rebecca. Damian did not expect that the woman could act without fear of the warning he had given.His black horse seemed distracted by the darkness around it. That made Damian come closer and give a gentle stroke on Kaffa's back-the name of Damian's favorite black horse. "I am sorry for bringing you to this place too late at night. But rest easy, there's Orion and Hommie. You can be with them in a little while,” Damian said. As though Kaffa understood his owner's words, the black horse began to calm down.“You have arrived, sir.” One of the servants approached Damian hurriedly.“Where's Miya?” Damian only glanced at the servant who had just arrived and handed him Kaffa's bridle. As well as the thick coat he wore to ward of

“Too bad I have to go back to the room,” grumbled Miya who seemed reluctant to swing her legs towards the place that was already available for her to rest. A well-lit tent with a soft bed was not far from where she had spent time with Victor and Marcus earlier.Even though he was annoying, Victor hadn't moved from his seat since the beginning. Sometimes Miya couldn't help swearing because the owner of Hillarious University often tested her patience. It wasn't just Miya who felt that way, Marcus also responded to Victor's words no less fiercely. But ... the togetherness was warm and it felt soothing. Even Miya had no interest in leaving out of boredom.Their conversations, although sometimes not really Miya understood but they happily balanced what topics could be talked about together.“It's quite getting late, Miss Miya.”Miya forgot that Desi would never be far from her. The short-haired woman walked a few steps behind Miya. Making sure that she was always safe and not lacking anyth

Miya felt her whole body hurt and rigid, but... there was another warmth running through her body. No, it wasn't. Not just warm but turned into heat because ... “Sir,” Miya called out trying to break free. Unfortunately the man holding Miya did not move at all. Only his regular breathing was a sign that the man was still deep in sleep. Eyes that often stare around sharply full of intimidation are blocked by eyelids that are perfectly closed.When viewed at this close range, the man who held Miya was very handsome. So much more handsome than when his eyes were open, wearing a full suit, with a gaze of hair even though sometimes the curls of the haircut stick out. Perhaps even if Damian Sawyer's appearance at that time was messy, this man's good looks would not change the situation.If that night Miya marveled silently at how God perfectly sculpted Damian's face, this morning Miya felt Damian was much more human. And it seemed... Miya longed to touch him. Very gently for fear of disturb

“We will enter the harbor area.”Damian nodded reluctantly. Glancing at his partner and best friend who looked excited. The slightly curly-haired man could see Marcus' meticulous preparations. Several sharp weapons had been tucked away wherever they could be stored.“Did you have to do all that?” asked Damian with a dismissive look. “You know, it's useless.”Marcus chuckled. “Hey-hey-hey, Damian. You shouldn't underestimate my preparation. At the very least, I should give a special gift to that bastard named Tedy.”Damian grinned. “Don't let you mess up the plan.”Marcus just snorted in displeasure. “A life should be paid for a life, not thrown in jail.”“That little bit of vengeance of mine, you idiot!” Damian straightened his back. Their car had started to enter the harbor area where it could be seen that there were several officers conducting checks on each incoming vehicle. Including the car Damian was riding in.“Good afternoon,” greeted one of the officers whom Damian immediatel

“Enjoy your breakfast, Miss Miya,” said one of the waiters as he served the grilled fish fillet that smelled so delicious. The salad and mashed potatoes looked appetizing. Not to mention the watermelon juice that accompanied the meal.“Thank you.” Miya smiled slightly. A moment after the waiter left them, Miya frowned again. “Why are you still here?”Victor sitting across from her sipped his coffee casually, as if not hearing Miya's irritated tone. “I like the quiet atmosphere at breakfast. Unfortunately with you here, it's hard to achieve.”If throwing one of the spoons at Victor was considered polite, Miya would have done it earlier. Yet the area where they were enjoying this late breakfast was so relaxing. The table set up was not far from the edge of the lake, not far from the main tent where Miya should have slept last night. Unfortunately, that didn't happen to the blonde-haired girl because she spent the night with Damian elsewhere.Remembering that made Miya blush. She looked