Lahat ng Kabanata ng Devoured By His Enemy Eyes: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

FIFTY-FOUR JEREMY'S POV I swing my fist to his jaw and he dodges my attack with a surprised, “Whoa!” I glare at my stupid body that's working too slow for my rage-infused brain and I want to take my frustration out on something. Something like the man beside me. “What’d you want…” I slur and clear my throat to throw him a glare. Why is my tongue so heavy in my mouth? “Save your anger for someone who deserves it, young Vongov. I have something you need to hear.” I move to stand but my knees are jelly at this point. What the fuck, how's that possible??? “Oh, it is possible.” He answers my unspoken question with a sip of his bourbon, hiding a sly smirk. “You– What did you do to me?!” I snarl at him because at this point that's the only thing I can do. Glare, Snarl, Growl, and Act Surprised. Fuck. “We needed to tranquilize the beast before I could have a proper conversation with you.” He settles back on the stool and crosses his legs like a businessman in a Forbes intervie

JOJO'S POV I feel the trepidation take over my limbs as I force one foot in front of the other. I'm going home! Aunt Sher— Fuck it, Mom and Dad are here. For me!!! Someone found me!!! Mallory you genius! you did it!!! We did it!!! I fist-bump the air as Madame Silva closes the door behind her but what if they didn't come to take me home? What if they only came to negotiate my ransom and get back to the owners of this shit place? Fear constricts my lungs as other possibilities roll into my gut, settling like a weight with an impossible shake-off, What if they aren't my parents? What if it's all a ploy by Madame Silva to get me out of my room and down those stairs? What if I go down those stairs and I'm forced to become a human lab rat for testing every batch of coke they produce? I suddenly feel like Madame Silva's words were only knives in my sides, she was only mocking my desire for freedom. Anxiety and worry encase my mind and with Katrina gone, it only fuels the turmoi

JOJO'S POV “The husband went to visit his estranged foster brother and his wife. He told them about his predicament and they decided to help out. They fertilized the wife's egg with the foster brother's semen and put the fetus in an incubator to grow. As the baby neared the time for hatching, The couple's sins started to catch up with them. So when the baby was delivered all happy and healthy, they dumped the baby on the door of the foster brother and his wife with a horrid little note that told them to take responsibility for the child.” Anita looks me in the eye, “Now, how's that for disgusting, child?” “Very disgusting.” I agree with a straight face but my heart is beating so hard, it feels like it'll fall out of my chest if this woman keeps talking. “That's not all, this sickening couple decided to stay close to the baby, making themselves up as real relatives of the foster brother, can you imagine the level of incest?” She says with a hand over her mouth like we're gossip p

JEREMY'S POV I land on Tuscany soil the next day and it's almost sunset. I need to get into Guerrero's compound before sundown to get a feel of the layout so I call Malakai and he answers on the fourth ring with a yawn. “Who's this?” He says groggily. “Who do you think, Kai?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, masking my annoyance. “Oh shit!” Something crashes, I hear a deep curse and he clears his throat, “When did you land?” “About an hour ago.” Another yawn, “What kept you so long? It's like seven in the morning back here.” “Customs and something wrong with my passport. Why don't you ask me about the weather?” I ask with a calm I don't feel and he falls for it. “Oh yeah, how's the weathe—” “I don't care about the fucking weather Kai.” I snap, my voice high and depicting waves of rage, and the people moving around me turn and stare with wide eyes. “Whoa, you better calm down tiger, I see two airport security heading your way.” “Where's the nearest exit?” “You couldn't even f

JOJO'S POV According to the script Madame Silva sent, I'm supposed to meet the bridegroom at the venue entrance, then we'll walk into the hall together to the altar and the alliance will officially begin. I'm striding to the entrance of the wedding hall in the black gown with the white veil covering my face when a hand pulls me into what looks like a supply room and the door slams shut. I come face to face with Uncle Will— my father and his eyes have that intense gleam that he always gets when he's scheming something mischievous. He looks at me and inhales sharply as he drinks in my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I ask stiffly, subconsciously ticking all the personal hygiene boxes in my need to know why he's gawking at me like that. He heaves out a dry cough and takes my hand. “The gown's fitting for the occasion.” He comments dryly. “I'm glad you approve of my wardrobe, Father.” I spite, reminding him that I haven't forgotten or forgiven him. “I know you're doing this