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

Chapter Eight Nine

Niko

I'm in a state of shock, my mind swirling in a dizzying whirlpool of confusion and disbelief. I never anticipated finding myself in this situation, yet a curious sense of validation wells up within me. It's as if a deep-seated instinct reassures me that, despite being under the sway of something invisible, an anger that rules my brain, I am still firmly in control and haven't lost my grip on reality.

Luca stands shoulder to shoulder with Drake and Mitchel, each man radiating a unique form of presence that commands attention. Drake is nothing short of larger than life, his muscular frame straining against the seams of his tailored suit, suggesting raw power and strength. Beside him, Mitchel looms high above the others, his broad shoulders contributing to an imposing silhouette that overshadows the surrounding space. In contrast, Luca, though lean and less physically imposing, possesses an undeniable air of authority that envelops him like an invisible cloak, setting him apart from his companions. Together, the trio forms a striking portrait of power, each embodying their own brand of dominance in the room.

And right now, that exactly whats needed, because that fucker Aurelio has just graced us with his consciousness and things are about to get messy.

Mitchel crouches down to his father, chuckling as if he's said something funny, and yet he's done nothing but blink back into the room.

Our men found something, a lot of somethings. One book wasn't a book at all, yet it contained a key to another internal office with iron doors that we hadn't been able to open.

"The hell?" Aurelio growls, straining against the rough ropes binding his arms and legs.

Drake leans closer, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice. "You know, there's something utterly comedic about men like you," he begins, his voice smooth like silk but laced with venom. "You sit atop your throne, radiating power and ruling with an iron fist, all the while oblivious to your surroundings. You welcomed us into your fortress without a second thought, completely unaware that we hold all the cards now."

"I'm never not on top of my business," Aurelio hisses.

"Well, that's what you like to believe, and who are we to burst your bubble?" Luca chimes in, shoving files found in the room behind the bookcases.

Scattered throughout a distinct file marked with Bianca's name are numerous photos, each one telling a story of its own. This file stands apart from the others, a sanctuary for information meticulously collected and organised. Clearly, he has delved deep into researching methods to exert influence over her. While the other files contain insights into the specific triggers that were used to control their subjects, Bianca's profile reveals a perplexing absence of such indicators. Her uniqueness presents a challenge, suggesting that the conventional methods of manipulation may not apply to her at all.

I nearly took him out in his peaceful slumber as we read the last haunting entry from merely a few days ago. It struck me deeply, illuminating the reality of what lay ahead. They inflicted pain on Bianca, and yet, in the end, it was all for nought—an exercise in futility, because none of their twisted efforts bore any fruit.

A sense of unease hangs in the air, heavy and palpable, as I grapple with the unsettling thoughts swirling in the depths of my mind. The reality that Bianca is not just another person, but a powerful entity that can be manipulated, casts a shadow over our gathering, plunging the room into an almost suffocating silence. None of my companions has vocalised their concerns, yet I can feel the unspoken tension vibrating between us, a collective awareness that she represents a formidable threat. This danger demands careful evaluation, which could very well set off a series of unforeseen complications if left unchecked.