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THE DEVILS MERCY

Chapter 3 SHE'S NOT INNOCENT

Word Count: 932    |    Released on: 23/07/2025

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I notice when I

nd, punctuated by shouting, slamming doors, footsteps tha

pled. The pain in my side has dulled to a deep throb, but it's mana

aroun

mafia men lived in-but it's sleek. Modern. Stone walls. Hardwood floors. A fireplace, extinguished. Min

n? Dr

't to

ch growl

e picked them out while I was unconscious. It makes my skin crawl. I don't like

egs to the floor. My bare feet meet co

unl

er good...

t. Like a museum after hours. Everything is polished and d

lowly. Ca

aybe. A weapon. Something that proves I'm no

corner an

e. Late twenties, tall, tatted neck, black tee. His face is sharp in

e before I c

wake," he says,

't re

re's coffee. Tea. Food. You don't

ine,"

. Not leering, but curi

n. "And

uc

ntioned him in the club. His cou

aned me up?" I ask, voic

n't touch half-dead girls

ria

c. Doesn't as

rms. "What i

house. You're here because y

neck

es me. "You really don't know

I snap. "I was thrown into a va

"You're lucky he found you.

I echo

s out a bottle of water. He tosse

It's not drugg

nk this

think it's tragic. But that's

r, unsure whether to thr

door out of

. "There's lots of doors.

m a pr

thing personal. "Dom s

jaw. "I'm

say yo

t another word. And just l

-

ome are locked. Some aren't. But they all lead to places that feel lik

something that could get me

. It's a prison w

ead is pounding. My body is weak. My an

stand now, like bait. I snatch

wants answe

-

MI

er on the

door, dumb enough to think they'll open. She's thin.

's where I go when I need silence. To

rought

o sav

tudy

More

g. But the necklace?

As if it hadn't belonged to Isabella. As if my siste

anis

a girl like Ava ends

r there when

't Ava Mor

s a

ling something twist inside me. Som

st clawing i

break her open un

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