Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Seven

Niko

Luca is the one to have interrupted us; just as I was about to get my fucking dick wet, he knocked at my office door and put an end to whatever was transpiring between Bianca and me.

My desk was absolutely wet, her thighs, top and back included with the squirting orgasm that took over her. But you know what? I didn't fucking mind, and she tasted more divine than a five-course meal at the fucking Hilton.

But work called, and I had to prepare our men to protect Emma and Luca at all costs. Today, Emma swears by the Moretta name.

So all morning, I've been planning the exits, the men I'll have following Emma and Luca around with precision. The ones staying in getaway cars waiting for eventualities, I hope, don't arise. I'm consumed by the prospect of needing to protect them. And that's why I find myself smoking yet-a-fucking-gain outside the front of the house. I call it stress relief, but I know my addiction is running at an all-time high right now.

I need the fucking drugs to cope with this shit show I call life. And right now, this thing with Bianca is tripping me the fuck out.

"Niko?" Emma's voice comes quietly, the gravel drifting beneath her feet as she approaches. She looks to me with a sorry attitude. I guess she's heard Bianca over the last few days, specifically when I brought Andrea home. However, I wonder if that's the actual case, as I've kept away as much as possible.

Sighing, I complain internally before answering her.

"Yes, Queen?"

"How are you?" She questions gently, obviously stalling for time.

"You know I'm fine. What do you need?"

Her response comes with a tight smile, "I need you to pretend you are in love with my sister tonight."

"Queen—" I roll my eyes. Anyone that knows me knows how fake this shit is. I'm a womaniser, not the type to dick and stick.

"We'll let Franko Densel down tonight; there can be no room for persuasion regarding Bianca's emotions," she summarises her internal anxieties. I look at her, flicking my gaze over her and then to Luca, who's waiting at the car.

"She's an annoying fucking child," I lie between dragging on my spliff. Bianca is anything but a child, but I won't let anyone know I can see a future with the girl. Because, like fuck am I going to allow a stupid agreement between Dimitri and me to ruin my bachelorhood.

"It's just one night, hold her hand. Aid her to walk with a reassuring hand on her back. Make it seem like you've found love out of nowhere...and don't let her out of your sight. She cannot be left alone with anyone," Emma's tone changes. It's obvious she won't take a no on this. I look at her with a fresh gaze. I'm annoyed that she's putting this on my shoulders. I'm even more irritated that part of me wants to protect Bianca off of my own back.

"You're my priority," I mutter out of defiance. "It's your safety, and I value it over hers." Lies. It's all lies. I'll protect Bianca with my last breath, and I fucking know it. And the longer we spend time like two opposing tectonic plates warding off subduction, the longer we risk sliding beneath one another, creating destruction in our wakes.

"Soon, she'll be your wife. Niko, I hate to say that, but she's your priority, too. Luca said something that made me realise your needs have to shift. What happens when she carries your child or when they're here? You need to protect her; it's your job."

Her words irritate me as she points out the obvious. If she weren't Emma, I would be causing a shit show over her assumption of a future with Bianca.

If she were anyone else—.