A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

The next second, doors burst open and multiple footsteps resounded all around me. Again, wiping the blood off my face, I glanced at the men that had entered.

It was Alessandro, the new driver of him, and the rest of their men. Alessandro’s eyes zeroed in on my face, then they went to the gun in my hand before they finally settled on Vladimit, who was unconscious and bleeding from the bullet hole in his leg. To Alessandro it was fully showing that it was me who shot him.

“Let him go!” Marco sneered, glaring at them.

I frowned and followed his gaze. I was still highly disoriented but I could now make out everything that was happening all around me.

The new driver was holding Dante by his hair as he kneeled bruised and battered in front of them. The new driver had a sharp blade attached to his neck, ready to slit his throat on Alessandro’s order.

“Let him go before I kill your bitch!” Marco turned the barrel of his gun towards Vladimir as he faced Alessandro.

Each labored breath reverberated through me like sonic waves but I still got to my feet, standing tall between all the men.

“I didn’t do it…” I managed to say.

An unbelievable scoff left Alessandro’s mouth. “You still want me to believe that you have nothing to do with this?”

I glared at him. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it to your face,” my gaze flicked to Marco, “I wouldn’t have attacked you behind your back like a fucking coward!”

Marco gave me a smirk before he stepped closer to me and flicked the barrel of his gun toward Vladimir’s unconscious body. “Boss, all you have to do is say the word and I will kill him.”

I frowned, cleaning the blood that trickled over my face from my head. He had figured it out, he knew that Alessandro will blame me for the attack. He was now acting as if I were the mastermind behind the whole attack.

Maybe, this was his plan all along.

A strained smile pulled over my lips. I had nothing to prove to him that I didn’t do this. By the look on his face, Alessandro had made up his mind about me. He lost so many of his men tonight and he was blaming me for it.

“I love you, I love you so fucking hard, Nikolai De Luca, please, don’t ever leave me again.”

His voice and his words resounded in my head mixing with the burning, excruciating pain and love for him that ended the second it began.

I looked between all the men and saw Dante in the new driver’s grip. Dante gave me a miserable look that told me that all of our men were either dead or were about to die. It was over. Alessandro had won,

“Let him go…” I said to him, my eyes welling up with tears.

Alessandro clenched his jaw. His hateful, heated gaze burned into my skin.

“Take me instead, let Dante go…”

He breathed out a slight humorless, mocking laugh. “I already have you. Look around yourself, it’s over. You’re done. Whatever you had planned fucking backfired on your own men.”

“Let him go, please…”

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Chapter 208

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me, Fool me three times? Shame on both of us, and Nikolai, I don’t fucking do well with shame. I’m not gonna let you make a fucking fool out of me once

more.”

I nodded. “Kill me then, shoot me, do whatever you want with me but let

Dante go!

“You think I’ll give you an easy death? It will be a mercy, and people like you don’t fucking deserve an ounce of mercy.”

I staggered in my shoes. I had lost so much blood that I could now feel the weakness creeping up in my limbs,

My eyes went to Marco for a mere second. He was still playing a game. He was acting like he was waiting for me to say something.

I dropped to my knees. My hands slammed onto the floor along with the gun I had in my hand. The suit clung to my skin, snaked with my own blood. I blinked as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Lorenzo…” Alessandro called.

My head shot up in their direction and looked at his driver. Waves of deep, throbbing pain mixed with sharp, stabbing agony took over my body.

I shook my head from side to side, “No…” a whisper that fell on nobody’s ears.

“Do it!” Alessandro ordered.

Two words. It was just two words, and Lorenzo slid the blade across Dante’s neck. Gushes of blood sprayed out of his neck as Lorenzo let go of his hair and he dropped without uttering a sound.

“NOO!” Marco’s voice reverberated through the walls of this hall. Like a raging bull, he turned toward me. “You did this, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT,

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