Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil In A Suit: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Third POVJulian’s head throbbed. His vision blurred, not from any injury, but from how tightly the panic coiled his chest. His arms were shaking, lips trembling, and no amount of wiping could stop the tears. They just kept falling—fast, hot, and helpless.He barely registered the harsh tug on his arm until he stumbled, dragged by Enzo toward the sleek black car waiting just outside the warehouse. His legs moved, but his mind didn’t. He was just… floating in a nightmare.Cassiel sat in the back seat. Hands clasped, expression cold, jaw locked. Not even a blink as Julian was shoved into the seat beside him like a broken toy.The door shut.Julian didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. He stared ahead. Still seeing Bash. Still hearing him scream. Still smelling burnt flesh.Cassiel leaned forward slightly. “Drive.”Enzo didn’t say a word. He obeyed immediately, tires screeching as they pulled onto the road.The silence in the car was brutal. Suffocating. Ju

Third POVSmoke curled into the air, dancing lazily toward the ceiling of the dimly lit study. Cassiel leaned back in his leather armchair, legs crossed, a half-burnt cigar resting between his fingers. Enzo stood across from him, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the large monitor on the wall.“I still don’t understand why we’re not moving Bash out of the state,” Enzo said, breaking the silence. “We’ve already created an airtight trail. Documents, IDs, handlers. It’s all ready.”Cassiel took a long drag from the cigar and exhaled. “He’s staying here.”Enzo blinked. “Why?”“Because I want him close. I trust no one. Not even you,” Cassiel replied without looking up.“You think I’d mess with Bash’s transport?” Enzo raised a brow.“I think you’d do what’s necessary if the time ever came.” Cassiel set the cigar down and reached for the iPad resting beside him. “That’s why you’re valuable. That’s also why you’re dangerous.”Enzo gave a small

Third POV“Then you should’ve trusted me,” Julian said. “I would’ve played along. I would’ve helped.”“I couldn’t risk it. You wear your heart too open.”Julian scoffed. “That’s rich coming from the man who kills with a smile.”Cassiel turned sharply. “Don’t push it.”Julian folded his arms. “Then tell me where Bash is. I want to see him.”“No.”“What?”“It’s not safe.”Julian’s brows knitted. “Not safe? From who?”“We’re being watched. Closely. There are spies inside this estate. Possibly even staff. If anyone finds out Bash is alive—”“I won’t tell anyone!”Cassiel stepped forward, lowering his voice. “It’s not about you telling. It’s about someone seeing. One slip, one wrong door opened, one misplaced word—and he dies for real this time.”Julian’s lips quivered. “So what am I supposed to do? Pretend like none of this happened? Smile? Sleep beside you like nothing’s wrong?”“Yes,” Cassiel said without flinching. “Exactly

Third POV "Axel." "Why am I here? What does Cassiel want from me?" Axel didn’t answer that. He pushed the brown envelope and a bag toward Bash. "Eat. And read this. Memorize it." "What is it?" "Your new identity." Bash didn’t move, so Axel opened the envelope himself and pulled out the contents. "Name: Gavin Kingsley. British national. Born in Oxford, England. Educated at Harrow School, studied Politics and Philosophy at Cambridge. Your parents are diplomats, currently stationed in Berlin. You’re a consultant in international relations. You’ve been on sabbatical. That’s your story. Learn it." Bash blinked. "British?" Axel raised a brow. "You speak clean enough. With a little work, you’ll pass." "Why all this?" Axel shrugged. "Because Cassiel said so. He wants you to be invisible but valuable. This is how." Bash set the bottle down and reached for th

Third POV“I’m not planning to,” Cassiel growled. He kissed lower, slower, his hands spreading Julian’s thighs open, settling between them like he belonged there.Julian bit his lip hard, breath catching as Cassiel's mouth pressed hot, open kisses along the inside of his thigh. “God—Cassiel…”“Say it again.”“Cassiel,” he moaned, louder this time, fingers fisting in the sheets.Cassiel’s tongue traced maddening patterns, his grip tightening around Julian’s hips. “I want you undone,” he murmured. “Shaking. Gasping my name until it’s the only thing you remember.”Julian’s response was a sharp cry as Cassiel’s mouth wrapped around him completely, tongue swirling, sucking in rhythm until Julian couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. He cried out, heels digging into the bed, back arching uncontrollably.“Fuck—stop—” Julian gasped. “I can’t—too much—”Cassiel pulled back, lips wet, pupils blown. “Not even close to done with you.”He climbed up, kissed J