Semua Bab The Devil's Mistress: Bab 11 - Bab 16

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "I swear, I don't know anything!" The bastard's voice cracked, the desperation leaking through every syllable. Adam shot me a look, unimpressed. His knuckles were already stained with blood, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. Adam was my third-in-command, my best enforcer—the kind of man who let his fists do the talking. And right now, his fists were saying a hell of a lot. I gave him a nod and he grinned darkly before driving another punch into the man's ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the basement. The guy let out a strangled cough, spitting blood onto the cold concrete. "I need a name." I said, my voice even. Controlled. Adam delivered another brutal hit and the suspect's head lolled forward, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I...I don't know..." His words were barely above a whisper, his swollen face almost unrecognizable. I sighed, unbuttoning my black trench coat. Handing it off to the new kid—my top recruit, who'd been driving

ROXANNE POV I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs and I sucked in a slow breath, grounding myself. I wasn't in Garry's house anymore. I exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. The apartment was quiet, the soft glow of morning filtering through the curtains. Peaceful. My gaze landed on the half-empty mug of coffee sitting on the table. I must've dozed off watching whatever late-night movie had been playing. Rubbing a hand over my face, I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Stretching out my stiff limbs, I pushed myself to my feet and headed toward the kitchen, craving something fresh and hot. It had been a few days since Raphaël walked out of here with Angelina. The eerie silence that followed their departure lingered like a ghost, unsettling yet oddly welcome. No sign of him, no sign of Kendrick. Not even Garry had tried sniffing me out. Maybe I'd been right—maybe they really didn't know where I was hiding. Ken had found my workp

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck. A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him. He thought wrong. I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured. "She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line. I tilted my head slightly. "To where?" Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice. "Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car." I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon