All Chapters of Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Continued: "No. The deal with the Densels is off. You'll marry Niko here. The pair of you match well and Luca can keep an eye on you. But—" A sound somewhere between life and death leaves my throat, and he cuts off my attempt to decline him. "You will not have a second chance," he addresses Bianca. "I am giving you the chance to live. Fucking take it without complaints. Do as you are told; keep my and your sister's secrets silent. Work alongside my son to enable the pair of them to take over as planned, and I'll have no reason to kill you. But step out of line and know I give no mercy." His tone is menacing, and he's stepped five steps closer to emphasise his control. Even for me, it's nerve-wracking, but I never agreed to this. “I'm not marrying her," I finally interrupt him as he stands close to Bianca. Standing, I fist my hands to prevent myself from grabbing my blade and swinging it at Bianca's back. Looking to Luca and then Emma, I try to assess whether they knew this was the

Bianca I storm through the kitchen into the hall and down to Niko's room, teetering on the edge of the boundary line his office door poses. I don't want to go inside, but I also don't want to go and find one of Luca's men to ask if there's a spare room in this godforsaken house for me to take respite in. He angered me so much with his words but even more so because his nostril flared with need whilst his eyes looked between my legs with that look of sexual frustration that nearly enough every man I've encountered since I turned thirteen and sprouted breasts for them to fantasise over has given me. It's sickening, and what's worse is my father condoned their sexual desire. Why does he have to look to me with sexual need like that? Why can't we just be friends? Friends with a mutual desire to get out of the nasty situation we have found ourselves in. I'm not stupid; I know he's a victim of Don Dimitri, too. I might be young, but I see things for what they are and that every decis

Continued: "I'm scared to know she's lying in a bed not far away from your collection of guns," she states. "I'll move them," I nod. I hadn't thought about this, but she's right. Bianca will be trained to some extent. To what? I don't know, but having my guns at her fingertips probably isn't the best of ideas. "What if...What if she continues with this tirade of wanting him?" "Soon, she'll be my wife. I won't let her take him from you, not that he deserves you." "I'm sorry you've been brought into this mess," she sighs. "Could be worse; I could be marrying a girl I have no fucking interest in." "You like her?" She perks up. "I did before she hurt you. Perhaps that'll come back, perhaps it won't. Either way, she belongs to me now, and I won't leave room for childish behaviour. She'll grow up real fucking fast. You don't need to worry, Queen." "You're not planning on fighting Dimitri over this?" I wish I could... "I owe him, and we need her to keep things secret. It's the on

Bianca Niko didn't come to bed last night, nor did he find his clothes dumped haphazardly all over the bed as I had hoped. But that was yesterday, and I've woken up with a new perspective today. And that is, I shouldn't be pushing away the one person placed here to protect me. When I woke, I felt terrible, but only enough to fold them all and pile them against the wall on his side of the bed. After leaving his room, I hoped I'd find Niko in his office or perhaps the kitchen, where I found Anna making breakfast. She smiles warmly, greeting me with a quick hello before she pushes the tray she intended to bring to me. I study it and then look at her with confusion. "Thank you," Anna. "No problem." "Where's Niko?" I ask shyly. "Attending to business, I believe. Luca, Emma, and he will be leaving for work soon." "Oh! Okay then." "It's okay, Bianca. Time heals all wounds. Emma will find it in herself to forgive you..." she tells me stoically. I'm not sure I asked for her opinion

NikoJust to annoy Luca for interrupting whatever was happening between Bianca and me back in my room, I ride in the car with them down to the docks like a fucking gooseberry. The silence is a killer at first; it makes me regret ever climbing up front and not taking my car where I could swear aloud to expel this energy suddenly building inside me. We pulled up inside the docks forty minutes later, and I assessed Emma from the rearview.She says she wants to take over, but I doubt her decision is based on an educated one.But then again, it's not like I know her as I know Luca. I head in promptly, needing to take a few minutes to gather myself whilst I collect the paperwork from one of the men. And then I walk through to the back room in their wake. The first thing I see is the women, each fitting the same profile. Young. Blonde. Curvy. The ideal perfection for certain men. It's obvious the man has a type, and as I look down at the paperwork stuffed on a clipboard before me, I no