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

Chapter Ninety Three

Niko

I'm going to kill him.

Maim him.

Every fucking body part will be skinned alive, and his dick fed to him like soup from a blender.

I detest and abhor him with every fibre of my being, yet there exists within me a conflicting emotion—a fragment of my soul that cherishes Bianca. That part understands the bitter truth: to keep her by my side, I must endure this torment and remain passive in the face of my own resentment. Luca gently intervenes, preventing me from crossing a line I hadn't fully realised I was approaching. I had been poised to insist that she stay by my side, completely disregarding her own feelings and desires. In that moment, I recognised how close I came to stripping her of her autonomy, unwittingly trying to control her choices and dictate her path. I detest men who are willing to be that man, and I detest Luca for making those choices with Emma.

"Niko, you're going about this all wrong," he warned as we assessed the wreckage in the room a warning similar to my own for him coming from his mouth. I'm surprised to see Giovani Rossi dead on the floor, a few young men who are clearly Densels children surrounding him in the same manner, but I'm perturbed to admit Densel isn't there and neither in Franko.

A wave of panic washes over me. "Where is he?" I ask, my voice tight with anxiety.

"Must be somewhere down here," Drake snarls, his frustration palpable as he motions angrily for the men to scatter. They spring into action, breaking off into groups of four, determination etched on their faces as they fan out to scour the entire area.

"Take me to the medic wing," Luca demands of the two who returned with the old lady, his tone sharp and urgent. I brush my fingers against my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pressure in my head.

"I'll come with you," I reply, giving a resolute nod. My heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos around us.

"Control yourself, Niko. I can't keep saving you from your own impulses," he cautioned, his voice steady yet laden with concern.

"She's my wife..." I protested, my voice thick with emotion.

"Who has endured countless trials in the past few days and formed a deep, almost instinctually traumatic bond with him at a time when she desperately needed a confidant. And you have to understand, she's right. If he possesses as much knowledge as she claims, then we cannot afford to dismiss him. She needs him, and there's no escaping that reality." His tone grew more urgent as he gestured for us to follow, navigating through a series of corridors stretching endlessly before us. We moved with purpose, entering rooms that were opened in a manner reminiscent of the others we had encountered, an unsettling familiarity hanging in the air.

I suppose Benji had a need after all. His knowledge of the place, uncovering the concealed panels that concealed the sophisticated electronic devices behind them, was impressive and needed. With his hacking skills, this entire place transformed into a veritable minefield of possibilities, each hidden door promising secrets waiting to be unlocked. We could gather so much information.

"Don't," I warned, the very idea twisting my mood into a darker shade.

"As you pointed out earlier, we do not understand what Bianca truly is. She might pose a threat, and we need to figure out how to manage her so we can prove she can live without threatening the syndicates," he urged his voice steady but laced with urgency.

"Absolutely not. Under no circumstances..."

"Niko, be reasonable," he said, frustration creeping into his tone. "I'm protecting her. But I need to show the others, even the ones below us, that she's trustworthy."