Chapter 6~ A Deal With The Devil
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Elena’s heart pounded as she stared at Adrian, his words echoing in her mind.
“Join me.”
A part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. Another part, the one burning with betrayal and anger, wanted to listen.
Her father had sold her out. The one person she had spent her entire life trying to impress, to prove her worth to, had put a bounty on her head. And now, the man who had kidnapped her, the man who had pulled her into this dark world, was offering her a way to fight back.
A way to hurt him.
Adrian watched her carefully, his dark eyes unreadable, though she could feel the weight of his patience thinning. He wasn’t a man used to waiting. He was a man who took what he wanted.
And for some twisted reason, he wanted her.
“You expect me to just—what? Team up with you? Betray my own father?” she asked, her voice sharp, but beneath it, something else trembled—uncertainty.
Adrian tilted his head, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach tighten. He was close now, too close, his presence overwhelming.
“Elena,” he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet laced with steel. “Your father betrayed you first.”
She swallowed hard.
That was the truth she couldn’t escape.
She could feel the walls she had built around that truth cracking, her anger seeping through the fractures. But anger wasn’t enough. She needed control.
“What exactly do you want from me?” she demanded.
Adrian smirked, as if amused by her attempt to stay in control of the conversation. Slowly, he lifted his hand, his fingers tracing an invisible path along the edge of the contract that still lay between them.
“Loyalty,” he said simply. “I want your loyalty, Elena.”
She let out a breathless laugh. “You kidnapped me.”
“And yet,” he murmured, leaning in slightly, his breath warm against her skin, “you’re still here.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
He wasn’t wrong.
She should have fought harder. She should have screamed, clawed, done something reckless. But here she was, trapped in a room with Adrian DeLuca, debating a deal with the devil.
And the scariest part?
The devil was winning.
Her eyes flickered to the contract again. Her father’s signature. The price on her head.
Adrian was right.
Her father hadn’t seen her as his daughter—he had seen her as a liability. A threat.
A loose end.
She inhaled slowly, steadying herself before meeting Adrian’s gaze. “And if I say no?”
His smirk faded.
For a moment, the mask of control slipped, and she saw something deeper in his eyes. Something dark. Possessive.
“You won’t,” he said simply.
Her pulse spiked.
Because he was right.
She wasn’t going to say no.
Not when she had nowhere else to go.
Not when the anger inside her was screaming for vengeance.
And not when Adrian DeLuca was looking at her like he already owned her soul.
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them until she could feel the warmth radiating off his body. His jaw ticked slightly as she tilted her head, studying him the way he had been studying her all along.
“You want my loyalty?” she whispered. “Earn it.”
Something flickered in his gaze—something almost dangerous.
Then, in a blur of movement, he reached for her.
Before she could react, his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him in a way that sent her breath hitching. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it was firm, unyielding.
“Elena,” he murmured, his voice dark and slow, “you don’t make demands with me.”
She swallowed hard.
His other hand lifted, his fingers brushing along her jaw in a way that was both infuriatingly gentle and devastatingly possessive. She should have pulled away. She should have fought him.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she let herself drown in the closeness, in the scent of whiskey and danger that clung to him.
“You think you still have control,” Adrian continued, his lips just inches from hers, “but the moment you stepped into my world, you were mine.”
Her stomach clenched.
She wanted to argue. To tell him he was wrong.
But the way he was looking at her—like she was a game he had already won—made her pulse betray her.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.
“Say yes,” he whispered.
Her heart pounded.
This was madness.
And yet…
“…Yes,” she breathed.
The moment the word left her lips, something shifted.
Adrian’s grip tightened just slightly, as if claiming his victory. His lips ghosted over her jaw, a silent promise of the war they had just started together.
Then, just as quickly as he had pulled her in, he let her go.
Elena staggered back, her breath uneven, her body still humming with adrenaline.
Adrian smirked, satisfied.
“You won’t regret this,” he murmured.
She wiped a hand over her face, trying to ignore the heat still lingering on her skin. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
Adrian chuckled, stepping back toward the door. “Get some rest, princess. Tomorrow, we start tearing your father’s empire apart.”
Her throat went dry.
Tomorrow.
It was real now.
She had just made a deal with the devil.
And the worst part?
She didn’t regret it.
Not even a little.
As Adrian left the room, closing the door behind him, Elena let out a slow breath.
She had chosen her side.
Now, there was no turning back.
But as she touched her lips, still feeling the ghost of his presence, she realized something even more dangerous.
It wasn’t just revenge that bound them together.
It was something far more destructive.
Something neither of them was ready for.
And when it came crashing down?
It would ruin them both.
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