All Chapters of My Ruthless Ceo: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter TEN

The Sicilian night was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the salt of the Ionian Sea, but inside the master suite, the air tasted of Devi's expensive sandalwood and the cold, metallic tang of a trap snapping shut.Cali stood pinned against the balcony glass, the platinum tracker on her ankle a cold weight against her skin. Devi's chest was a wall of solid muscle pressing into her, his hands encircling her wrists with a possessive strength that didn't pinch, but didn't budge either."Kill me then, Cali baby," Devi whispered, his breath ghosting over her lips."Put the hole in my chest. End the stalker. But who's going to keep the wolves away from Marco when I'm gone? Who's going to pay the guards to keep their guns pointed out instead of in?"Cali's fingers spasmed against the pearl derringer in her hoodie pocket, but she didn't pull it.Her grumpy defiance was being swallowed by the horrific realization that she was a bird whose cage was built out of her own father's bones."

Chapter ELEVEN

The black water of the Mediterranean swallowed the moonlight, leaving Cali in a suffocating, mechanical silence. The boat drifted, dead in the water, as the dashboard glowed with the cold, digital face of the man who owned her."Going somewhere, Cali baby?" Devi's voice was a low, possessive purr, vibrating through the boat's high-end speakers. "I told you. The anklet is a tether. Did you really think I'd let you go into a war zone in my favorite shirt?" Cali stared at the screen, her grumpy face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated spite.She looked down at the platinum tracker on her ankle. It wasn't pulsing blue anymore it was a violent, angry red, humming against her skin with a warning vibration."I'm not staying in your cage, Devi!" she yelled at the dashboard, her mean eyes flashing. "You want a wife? Go buy a doll! I'm going to my father!""Your father is safe, Cali," Devi whispered, his voice dropping into that frighteningly patient register that made her skin crawl. "

Chapter TWELVE

The metallic click of the first cuff was a final, cold period at the end of the night's sentence.Cali didn’t scream. She didn’t even pull away. She just stared at the silver band around her wrist, the black velvet lining feeling like a mockery of comfort. Her grumpy face was pale, her hair a tangled, salt-crusted mess against the black silk pillows."You’re really doing this?" she whispered, her voice a low, mean rasp."The great Devi Santoro, King of the Underworld, needs chains to keep a girl in a hoodie from running away?" Devi didn’t answer immediately.He moved with a ruthless, methodical grace, threading the heavy silver chain through the carved mahogany post of the bed before clicking the second cuff onto her other wrist. He stood back, his obsessive gaze raking over her....wet, shivering, and finally, undeniably his."I don't need chains to keep you, Cali baby," he murmured, his voice a dark, understanding vibration. "I need chains to keep the world from taking you back. E

Chapter THIRTEEN

The smell of gunpowder from the north estate hadn't even cleared the Sicilian air before the scent of spilled espresso and iron-rich blood replaced it on the terrace of the villa.Cali didn't look away from the monitor.She watched the guards drag the limp body of the man she had called Dad into the shadows of the lemon grove. He looked small.He looked like a discarded marionette whose strings had finally been cut by the very puppet master he’d hired."He didn't even scream," Cali whispered, her voice a flat, mean horizontal line.Devi stood behind her, his hands resting heavily on her shoulders. His possessive grip was a brand, a physical reminder that the vacuum left by her father's death was already being filled by his own suffocating presence. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his obsessive heat radiating through her damp skin."Dead men don't have much to say, Cali baby," he murmured, his voice thick with a ruthless satisfaction. "He had ten years to tel

Chapter FOURTEEN

The Sicilian sun didn't dare enter the master suite the next morning, the heavy velvet curtains acted as a blackout shroud, keeping the room in a state of eternal, expensive twilight. Cali woke up with the weight of Devi’s arm across her waist, a living shackle that was warmer and more terrifying than the silver handcuffs.She didn't move. She stared at the high, coffered ceiling, her grumpy face a mask of cold calculation. The black sapphire on her finger felt like a lead weight. She wasn't just Cali anymore. She was the widow of a traitor and the wife of a monster."You're awake," Devi’s voice rumbled against her shoulder, thick with sleep and a possessive satisfaction. He didn't let go, he pulled her closer, his chest a solid wall against her back. "I can hear your brain cursing, Cali baby. You’re already planning how to spend the blood money."Cali wrenched herself out of his grip, sitting up and swinging her bare feet onto the cold marble floor. She was still wearing his whit

Chapter FIFTEEN

The road to Rome was a winding ribbon of asphalt that felt like a tightening noose. Cali sat in the back of the armored SUV, her midnight-black suit unwrinkled, her grumpy face a mask of cold, porcelain fury. She didn't look at the rolling Italian countryside; she looked at the small monitor embedded in the seatback.It showed a blinking red dot.Her.Even miles away, Devi was there. She could feel his obsessive gaze through the satellite link, a silent, possessive pressure on her chest. He was probably watching her pulse rate, analyzing the way she gripped the pearl derringer in her pocket."We're ten minutes from the Grand Hotel, Donna Caliya," the driver muttered. He was one of Devi's elite, a man who looked like he'd been carved out of granite and silence. He didn't look at her in the mirror, Devi had likely forbidden it. No one looked at the Queen unless they wanted to lose their eyes."Park in the back," Cali snapped, her mean streak sharpening. "I don't want a scene. I just

Chapter SIXTEEN

The black helicopter banked hard over the Tyrrhenian Sea, the villa appearing on the cliffside like a jagged tooth of honey-colored stone. Cali sat in the leather seat, her midnight-black suit still perfect, though her grumpy face was etched with a new, sharper kind of exhaustion. Beside her, Devi was a silent, possessive shadow, his hand resting on her thigh as if he expected her to vanish into the clouds."We’re home, Cali baby," he murmured, his voice a low, obsessive rumble.Cali didn't look at him. She looked at the platinum tracker on her ankle, its blue light pulsing in time with the helicopter’s blades. "Home is a strong word for a place with biometric locks on the bathroom doors, Devi." When they landed, the villa was eerily quiet. The guards stood like statues, their eyes averted as Devi led her inside, his grip on her waist never wavering. He felt like a man who had finally gathered all his scattered pieces into one room. "I have a meeting with the Enforcers," Devi sa

Chapter SEVENTEEN

The dining room of the villa was a sprawling, marble-floored cavern lit by a crystal chandelier that dripped like frozen tears. The long mahogany table was set with heirloom silver and blood-red roses, the scent of the flowers competing with the heavy, masculine musk of Devi’s sandalwood.Cali stood at the head of the table, her midnight-black suit crisp, her grumpy face a mask of absolute, lethal indifference. She didn’t look like the girl who had jumped into the Mediterranean, she looked like the woman who had survived the fire and learned to like the heat."They're here, Cali baby." Devi stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders in a possessive grip that felt more like a throne than a hug. He leaned down, his obsessive gaze raking over the black sapphire on her finger. "Remember what I told you. They aren't guests. They're ghosts. And ghosts only stay quiet when they’re afraid of the living."The heavy oak doors swung open. Six people walked in, the survivors. They wer

Chapter EIGHTEEN

The medical team moved like shadows through the wreckage of the dining room, their footsteps silent on the glass-strewn marble. Devi was unconscious, his face a mask of waxen, ruthless beauty, his hand still curled into a fist as if trying to catch the air Cali had stolen from him.Cali didn't follow the gurney I mean a stretcher like a hospital bed in wheels I know you already know that right? I think I need the vocabulary book again.She stood in the center of the dark ballroom, the pearl derringer back in her pocket and her midnight-black suit stained with his expensive scotch and a spray of Marco’s blood. She felt a cold, grumpy clarity she hadn't possessed since the day she was kidnapped."Donna Cali? The Boss is in the infirmary room. We need your authorization for the blood transfusion," the lead enforcer, a man named Rocco, whispered. He was looking at her with a new kind of fear a possessive respect that used to be reserved only for Devi."Let him bleed for a while, Rocco,

Chapter NINETEEN

The North Tower felt like a tomb that had forgotten how to stay quiet. The hum of the high-voltage biometric locks was a constant, jagged reminder that the King was now a prisoner of his own obsession.Cali stood by the heavy oak door, her midnight-black suit slightly rumpled from the morning’s confrontation at the gate. She didn't look at Devi yet. She looked at the small, handheld monitor in her hand, watching the red dot of the Valenti motorcade retreat into the dusty Sicilian distance."You handled him," Devi’s voice drifted from the shadows of the bed, a low, ruthless rasp that carried a trace of poisoned fatigue. He was still shackled, the velvet-lined silver cuffs clinking as he shifted his weight. "I could hear the gravel under their tires. You didn't blink, did you, Cali baby?" Cali walked toward the bed, her grumpy face set in a mask of clinical, icy detachment. She climbed onto the mattress, her bare feet silent on the black silk. She sat on his lap, the black sapphire

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