บททั้งหมดของ The Devil Owns Me Now: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

“He needs to be taught a lesson. Grab him tightly.” The voice came from the front, loud and commanding. I twisted my head, seeing him, Carter, the head of the guards. I'd known his face for months now, from the glimpses through the bars. He was handsome in a rough way, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that were as cold as ice. He was built strongly, his shoulders wide. He had a look in his gaze and I knew it too well. It was hunger mixed with hate, the kind that made my skin crawl. I'd hidden from him those first weeks, curling away when he patrolled because I didn't trust him one bit, not that I trusted any of them, with the way they'd leer sometimes,their hands lingering on the bars too long and their eyes on my body like I was still for sale.Carter whispered to the two men beside him, their heads nodding quickly. They stepped out, leaving the door open, but the others held me down. His boots clicked closer, stopping right by my head. I could smell him, he was all sweat and ma

“Benson, keep this slut pinned while I wash the blood off his body,”Carter said, his grip on my arm tightening. His fingers dug into my skin, bruising deeper, and I could feel the heat from his body pressing close to me. The water from the shower still ran cold down my back, mixing with the blood from my nose and mouth, making everything slick and sticky. I was naked, shivering, my body already beat to hell from the drags and punches. The other guards stood around, eyes hungry, waiting their turn like wolves.“No, no, get off me! Get off me!” I yelled, my voice cracking raw as I saw Benson step forward. His hands reached for me, grabbing at my shoulders. I panicked and twisted, my nails raking down his forearm deeply. His skin peeled back under my fingers, blood welling up quick, and he cursed out loudly. “You fucking bitch!” I felt a hot tear slip down my cheek, mixing with the water, as his fist pulled back fast. It slammed into my mouth, pain exploding like fire across my jaw.

Leon’s POVThen the closet door pushed open slowly and Ronan stepped out, still damp from the shower they'd given him. His hair was wet, curling darkly at his neck. His body was naked except for my boxers that he was wearing. My black silk briefs were hugging his hips low, his cock outlined soft against the fabric. This was bold of him because I hated anyone touching my shit, especially clothes. The closet was mine and private and the slaves were stripped bare, that's the rule. But he was wearing my scent now, the fabric clinging to his thighs. Was he not scared of what I could do to him for touching my things or was he pretending not to be.He stopped in front of me, close enough for me to touch him, inches away. God, he was handsome, more than any slave I'd broken, and any any man I'd fucked in the pens. Ronan stood there in front of me, his eyes all wet and wide, tears falling down his cheeks. His chest heaved with every shaky breath, and those black silk boxers of mine clung

Leon’s POVBut I could not do any of that, not yet and not until I knew the truth. “I need you to get the cameras on the highway,” I said to my brother, my voice steady now. “Where I had my accident with Ronan. I want them from where I left and where I was going to. I should have done this a long time ago, but I don't know why I never did. I really need to know what happened. I want to be sure if Ronan tried to kill me.”Kael didn't say a word at first when I told him what I wanted. He just stayed quiet as he poured himself a glass of whiskey too. The room felt thick with tension, the kind that hung in the air like smoke from a fresh-lit cigar. I watched him, my own glass still warm in my hand, the burn of the liquor settling in my chest. His face was calm, but I knew my brother. He was thinking, plotting, always one step ahead in his mind even though he was still young. After a few minutes, he finally spoke up. “While you were in that coma, I already handled it,”he said, his voice

Leon’s POV“You look tired, Leon,” Kael said from behind me, his voice soft now. “It’s getting late. You should rest. You’re still recovering from that accident.”He stepped closer, wrapping me in a quick hug, his arms strong around my shoulders. I could smell his cologne, mixed with the faint musk of his skin, and for a second, it reminded me of simpler times.But I pulled away fast.I shook my head, not trusting my voice. I didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to let him see the storm inside me. There were red flags waving in my head about Kael. It was nothing I could pin down, but it was enough to make my skin crawl. I’d learned years ago to trust that intuition, the quiet voice that kept me alive in this business. This wasn’t just jealousy over Ronan; it ran deeper, like he was hiding something behind that smile of his. “See you tomorrow, Kael,” I muttered as he headed out, the door swinging shut with a soft thud.The second he was gone, I moved to the first screen on the left, the o