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Caught In the Devil's Game (Devilish Games Series Book 1), page 1
Caught In The Devil's Game
C.M. Allen
Published by C.M. Allen, 2023.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Playlist Available on Spotify
Chapter one Clarice
Chapter Two Creed
Chapter Three Clarice
Chapter Four Creed
Chapter Five Clarice
Chapter Six Creed
Chapter Seven Clarice
Chapter Eight Creed
Chapter Nine Clarice
Chapter Ten Creed
Chapter Eleven Clarice
Chapter Twelve Creed
Chapter Thirteen Clarice
Chapter Fourteen Creed
Chapter Sixteen Clarice
Chapter Seventeen Creed
Chapter Eighteen Clarice
Chapter Nineteen Creed
Chapter Twenty Clarice
Chapter Twenty-one Creed
Chapter Twenty-Two Clarice
Chapter Twenty-Three Creed
Chapter Twenty-Four Clarice
Chapter Twenty-Five Creed
Chapter Twenty-Six Clarice
Chapter Twenty-Seven Creed
Chapter Twenty-Eight Clarice
Chapter Twenty-Nine Creed
Further Reading: Maverick
Playlist Available on Spotify
Easy to Love – Bryce Savage
Tonight Looks Good on You – Jason Aldean
Rodeo – Jessta James
Devil in Her Eyes – Bryce Savage
Joy Ride – Hueston
Wicked Games – The Weeknd
Curiosity – Bryce Savage
Bathroom – Montell Fish
Emptiness – One True God, Roniit
Hit Me With Your Best Shot – Adona
Feel Nothing – The Plot in You
Control – Bryce Savage
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Chapter
one
Clarice
“They say that evil always finds a way into this world, but when it sends the dumbest messenger, brains will always win out.” Delivering those words as I cuffed this bastard gave me all the satisfaction I needed, knowing just where he’d be spending the rest of his miserable existence.
The End.
She had done it again. Not that I had any doubt. Cassidy Crawford always got her man. “Reese, I swear to god if you don’t put that book down already, I’m taking all of your books away from you and hiding them!” Scarlett yelled out before she barged into my room.
“I just finished it. Besides, I already have what I’m wearing tonight picked out, so it will only take me about another ten, fifteen minutes to get ready, so you go shower first. After all it takes you a hell of a lot longer to get ready than it does me.”
“Not tonight it won’t, because tonight I’ll be doing your makeup and picking out your outfit. It’s about time everyone see the beautiful woman you keep hidden underneath all that comfortable clothing you wear. Tonight, you are wearing one of my dresses, and I know just the one that will bring out those beautiful eyes of yours.”
“Scar, I don’t need all of that,” I wined, dreading just how many layers of makeup I would need to take a chisel to later tonight in order to get it all off.
“Not taking no for an answer,” she replied in a sing-song voice on her way into the bathroom.
Scarlett had been my best friend since sixth grade, and roommate for the past three years while we went to NYU together. Now that it was our last Summer before we graduated college, she decided that we needed to get out and party as much as possible before we began our adult lives, as she put it, after graduation.
For me, going out and partying was something that was way out of my comfort zone. I was more on the stay at home and read about other people’s adventures in life side, where as Scarlett was on the side of living hers like there was no tomorrow. I really envied that about her. I had tried to be more of an extrovert, mostly for her, but I just didn’t think it was built into my DNA. Her ideal night consisted of going out, getting drinks, dancing, and possibly finding a hot guy to hook up with for the night. Mine on the other hand consisted of curling up with a good book and maybe eating some ice cream.
Two and a half hours later, I looked like a totally different woman. My long, dark locks had been curled this way and that, leaving a nice flowing wave in my hair. My makeup didn’t look too bad either. She had actually done a fantastic job of accentuating all of my best features, making my grey eyes really pop with the black eyeliner and eyeshadows she’d used.
“Now you my dear look like a god damn wet dream. No man will be able to take his eyes off of you tonight. That black dress fits you like a glove. A hell of a lot better than it ever fit me, that’s for sure. Who knew you had such a rocking, hot bod under all those baggy clothes.”
I stood in almost disbelief as I turned this way and that, checking out every inch of myself in the mirror. “I can’t believe it. This doesn’t even look like me.”
Putting her hands on my shoulders, she turned me to face her. “It most definitely is you. Girl, you are a stunner, you just never allow anyone to see that. You’re always holed up in that bedroom of yours with your face pushed into one of those books with pj’s on instead of getting out and living life. If you got out more, you’d have men lined up down the block, begging for a moment of your time.”
Sliding her hands off, I turned for another glance at myself in the mirror. “That’s just not who I am. I’m an introvert, and a bookworm at heart. Going out and parting is your thing, not mine... but tonight, looking like this... I think I’ll give the extrovert life a whirl.”
“That’s my girl!”
Once we were both seated inside our Uber, we were headed to a night club, one of Scarlett’s friends got us invited to... well actually she was invited, I was just being taken prisoner. “I am so dying from excitement right now about getting an invite to this club, I just know there will be a ton of hot ass men in there.”
Giggling at her, I asked, “has anyone ever told you that you have a one-track mind?”
“Ya, you. Now here, take this shot because we have a lot of fun ahead of us tonight,” Scarlett said, handing me a tiny bottle of vodka. She was always the life of the party, and the guys loved her for it. She was beautiful and she knew it. Not in a stuck-up kind of way, but in a way she knew men would do just about anything for a moment of her attention. At 5’8 Scarlett was built like a runway model with long blonde hair, and green eyes.
Don’t get me wrong, I was no ugly duck myself, but Scarlett spent a couple of hours getting ready, and I spent about thirty minutes. That included my shower. I’d always leaned more towards an understated look with the way I dressed and wore my makeup.
When the car pulled up to the curb, you could not only hear the music as the doors opened for people to enter, you could literally feel the beat of it under your feet the moment you stepped out onto the sidewalk. Bypassing the long line, that was wrapped around the side of the building, Scarlett grabbed a hold of my hand and guided us straight up to the front door. “Don’t we have to stand in line?” I asked, feeling the glares thrown our way like daggers to the back of our heads.
“Not tonight we don’t because tonight we are VIP, bitch.”
Approaching the door, a seriously hot guy, stood dressed in an all-black suit with his feet set in a wide stance, hands folded in front of him. His eyes instantly found Scarlett, eating up her body like a midnight snack. “Ladies.”
The man said ladies but there was only one of us he was really talking to... with more than the words out of his mouth I might add.
With a smile, the men fell at her feet for, she showed him our VIP pass on her phone. “Hello to you as well, handsome. Me and my friend here are on the VIP list for tonight. Maybe you could escort us inside? I think I would feel a lot safer, knowing a man like yourself was making sure we got to our booth for the night,” she said before leaning in closer. “That way maybe you’d know where to find me later?”
The smirk he wore on his lips was her answer. He turned and said something to the guy behind him before extending his arm out to her, and then as if he remembered that I was even standing there, to me. “Shall we then, ladies?”
“Oh, we shall,” Scarlett, answered, snuggling into him as we made our way inside. After we were seated in what would be our VIP booth for the night, and she had exchanged numbers with the bouncer, we made our way over to the bar. Scarlett had zero interest in being served by the women that were assigned to our area. “Oh my god, the men in here are better than I could have ever dreamed! Did you see the muscles on that guy? I’m already in love with this place!”
She was grabbing a hold of my arm so tightly, I thought she’d leave bruises. “Down girl,” I joked.
“This place is so cool!” she shouted over the music.
By the looks I was getting from some of the men in here as we made a path through the crowd, I was starting to think that maybe Scarlett had pulled off some kind of miracle with my makeup tonight.
Once we’d finally arrived at the bar, we were instantly greeted by yet another fine-looking guy, leading me to believe that it had to be a woman who owned this place with all these hot men employed here. “Names Collin, what can I get ya?” the bartender asked Scarlett, g
“Hi. I’m Scarlett. So, what’s your specialty drink, Collin?”
“Hmm... Scarlett, such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I think I have just the thing for you.” He gave her a wink as he went to work, making up some mysterious concoction.
Leaning over the counter so Collin got a full view of the girls, she told him, “make it two please, one for me and one for my friend.”
When his eyes landed on me, his smile grew wider. “Ahh, two fine ladies. Looks like my night just got even better. I’ll have those right up.”
An hour or so later, and two of the bartender’s specialty drinks, had me needing to use the restroom. Leaning over towards Scarlett, I pulled her attention away from the newest guy she was flirting with. “Hey! I have to go pee!”
“Do you want me to go with you or are you ok to go by yourself?”
Waving her off, I got up. “No, I’m fine by myself. I’ll be right back.”
As I began to make the trek to the bathroom, the effects of the alcohol hit me a little harder than when I had been seated, causing me to sway slightly in my steps as I walked. Making my way down the hall, the bathroom sign pointed to, I came to a door that wasn’t marked but when I looked around, I didn’t see any other doors as an option. So, in my drunkin´ stupor, I shrugged my shoulders and figured what the hell maybe they just didn’t mark it, or the sign had fallen off.
Logical drunk thinking right there.
The moment I opened the door, though, I had some inkling in the way, way back of my head, through all the liquor that I’d possibly made a huge mistake. It in fact wasn’t a bathroom I’d entered; but what looked to be a large office. I immediately turned to leave, but then overheard a loud thump followed by a man yelling at someone else. My curiosity, that was clearly under the influence I might add, got the best of me. The room the commotion had erupted from was around the corner in another section of the office. In my mind, I thought if I was careful enough and didn’t poke my head out too far, I’d be able to see what was going on without my nosey ass being spotted.
It’s what Cassidy would do.
Yes, I was that drunk that I was thinking about what a fictional character would do, knowing she wouldn’t be the one to die like I seriously could right now.
Mental slap to the forehead.
In case it wasn’t clear at this point, I didn’t drink alcohol that often... like never. So, the two drinks the bartender had made me, along with the shot of vodka in the Uber earlier, were seriously causing me to completely ignore that one very important little cell in my brain I should have been paying the most attention to right now.
Flight.
Slowly creeping up to the wall, I peeked around the corner. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then the next thing I knew a badly beaten man was shoved to the ground just a few feet in front of me. I was so stunned that I had to cover my mouth to hold back the startled gasp that was about to fight its way out. I had never experienced anything in my life like this before. I mean sure I had read about this kind of stuff in my books, but to see it firsthand and right in front of my face was a bit of a shock.
“You think you can fucking steal from me you piece of shit? Your family will pay for this!”
“No! I beg of you! I will fix this! Just please spare my family,” the beaten, and bloodied man profusely begged.
When the man, making the threats came into view, my mouth dropped open in amazement. He was for lack of better words... perfection. So perfect, he made all the other handsome men who lived in this world look subpar. He was tall, with precisely sculpted dark hair, had a chiseled chin dusted with a five o’clock shadow, and muscles I could easily see the outline of through the black suit he wore. This man may have been the most beautifully dark creature I’d ever laid eyes on. But watching him, it was easy to see he was a very dangerous creature, more dangerous than the devil himself... either that, or he was the devil himself in the flesh right before my eyes.
Before I could be spotted, I slowly began to back up towards the door, but then bumped into a solid object. When I turned to look at what it was I had backed into, I found that it wasn’t an object at all, but a very large, and very terrifyingly angry looking man. He was so tall compared to my five-foot seven frame, with my two-inch heels on I might add, that I had to crane my neck upwards in order to see his face. “I-I’m sorry, I-I was just looking for the restroom and walked in the wrong door.”
Leaning down closely, he got into my face, snatching up my arm, and yanking me into him. “You walked into the wrong fucking door alright.”
Panic slammed into my heart so hard, I instantly started to feel sick to my stomach. It was becoming clearer that my current situation was looking more and more like I was going to end up dead. Whenever I became nervous or scared, I always did one thing. I rambled. “I-I swear I-I didn’t... I didn’t see anything. I just wanted to g-go pee and walked into the wrong room by accident.”
Just then, another terrifying looking monster walked into the room and shut the door behind him, his eyes boring into mine. “Who the fuck is she?”
The one I now named, Monster number one, answered. “The bitch walked in here by mistake, looking for the bathroom. Saw what was going on in the back room with the boss.”
As soon as the word bitch came out of his mouth, my drunkin´, and stupid I might add, temper got the best of me. “First of all, that is extremely rude of you to refer to me as some bitch. And second of all, I told you that I didn’t see anything.”
Getting in my face once again, monster number one, grabbed my hair at the base of my skull and held me painfully in place. “Then why the hell were you scrambling so hard to leave like someone who had seen something they shouldn’t have?”
“Because I had to pee! What don’t you understand about that!” I yelled at him, finding this crazy bravery from I don’t even know where. This man could easily crush my trachea in one go with his large, beefy hand if he wanted to. I once again could only blame this side of me on the alcohol, because sober me wouldn’t have stayed in here and been so nosey in the first place after seeing that it wasn’t the restroom.
“That mouth of yours is about to be put to better use if you don’t shut it,” he threatened. And even in my drunken state it was very clear what that meant.
Trying to think of anything to get myself out of here in one piece, I came up with the only thing that might encourage them to let me go. “My friends know I’m in here and will come looking for me. They’ll report this to the police if you don’t let me go.”
“What the fuck is this?”
Turning around the best I could in monster number one’s painfully tight grip, I was greeted by the devil himself. Just looking at him gave me the clarity as to why so many would sell their souls to this man. He oozed a terrifying perfection like lava flowing from an erupting volcano, threatening to consume you and turn your soul to dust.
“This bitch was snooping around in here and overheard your conversation.”
If this asshole called me a bitch one more time... well, I probably wouldn’t be able to do very much about it but at the very least I was going to get one good kick to his balls in. “How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t appreciate being called a bitch, and I didn’t hear anything! I was looking for the restroom...” With every word out of my mouth, my voice rose until my eyes connected to his cold, dark ones once more. Then my words seemed to die out on my tongue for fear he might hear them.
“What do you want me to do with the nosey bitch?”
Again with the bitch. Cassidy Crawford wouldn’t put up with this guy’s mouth, I thought. But then again, she couldn’t really die, unlike myself right now.
The Devil answered him with only a look. It was a look so cold and threatening, it had monster number one releasing me as if I had suddenly burst into flames, about to turn his beefy hands to charcoal. This devil needed no words to make people jump to do his bidding.
Only a look.
With a motion of his chin, both of the monsters walked past us and into the room where the badly beaten man lay. Hearing a groan and what sounded like a body being dragged across the floor and the bang of a door slamming, I was left all alone with the devil staring straight into my soul.
