The Devil's Justice

ANASTASIA:
"Alessandro!" My father's voice resonated through the hall, brimming with excitement. Narco and Leo followed him closely. "It's been far too long since we've all met." They greeted each other with a swift, professional hug.
Even though they are old companions, they still maintain a professional uptight smile.
Russo nodded politely in response, maintaining his stoic demeanour. I continued to observe him in silence. "Indeed," he replied evenly. "It's been quite an eventful year. Although, my cousin here has made it all the more interesting."
"Ah, yes, your cousin," my father remarked, a touch of playful mockery in his tone. "The one you've been training to take over the Russo group?" 
Russo put on a tight smirk before he nodded.
"James, Leo, Narco," Russo drawled, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "allow me to introduce my brilliant cousin, Oliver." He continued, "He is completing his graduation from none other than the country's finest university, Preston." His eyes sparkled with pride as he spoke of Oliver's accomplishments.
Armani suits. Louis Vuitton Shoes. Rolex in his hands, he walked in. A silver chain dangling from his neck. A blue wrist chain. It was indeed Oliver Rodgerio. The infamous cousin of Alessandro Russo. The Devil, himself.
Oliver's eyes slid into mine, but he did not show any reaction. Quite the actor.
As Russo delved into the extravagant details about Oliver, boasting of his achievements and successes, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the excessive praise. He was nothing like how Russo portrayed him—just a self-obsessed individual who takes pleasure in others' suffering.
Despite wearing a mask in public, soaking in all the admiration, I'm the only one among these people who knows his true face.
I'm certain Oliver has spoken about me to Russo. After all, I'm his mortal enemy now.
"Oliver," I acknowledged, with a tight smile.
"Anastasia," he responded. A sly grin on his face. There was no hint of guilt or fear. This bastard knew what he was doing.
"You must know each other, then?" My father questioned with amusement.
Without breaking the eye contact and a tight smile, I replied, "How can I not, Dad? He is quite the character in College." My statement not only left him flabbergasted but also captivated the attention of those around us. I can see Oliver gritting his teeth, trying to control his anger.
But I was not going to get scared of him anymore. Now is the time. I must tell Dad.
Russo's attention focused on me as he inquired, "You've met him?"
I looked at Russo with a smile before replying, "Isn't it only normal? Since it turns out we're attending the same college."
Dad chuckled, saying, "That's great. Now I feel relieved that Ana has Ben and Oliver at her campus. I was worried about her!"
Russo smiled at him, but I couldn't muster the same enthusiasm. Something tells me that he was well aware of everything going on in Preston. So, to fuel the fire, I took the charge.
"Oh, Dad, you should be rather worried," I said with a hint of concern in my voice.
This time he frowned. "What do you mean?"
I looked straight ahead at Oliver and saw a glimpse of panic and irritation in his eyes. He knew that all his wrongdoings were about to come to light today, in front of everyone, and I didn't hesitate to expose them. I provided a detailed account of what had happened or what was going on in Preston, explaining how he and his friends were still bullying students and how, when I tried to intervene and help the victim, his group had threatened me too.
As my words sunk in, Dad's reaction wasn't pleasant. Both Narco and Leo appeared equally shocked. Ben's expression was unreadable. I wondered if he was aware of all this. David, too, looked at me with concerned eyes. Oliver's gaze never left mine; it was filled with hatred and warning. And Russo, he seemed like he would kill me right now.
But I was no longer scared. I would stand up for the truth, always.
For a minute, everyone was so silent that I could almost hear my heartbeat. I won't lie, I was scared of my father's reaction. I know they mean so much to him in his business empire, but I could only hope he would take my side today.
Russo finally decided to break the silence. Clearing his throat, he started, with an uptight voice. "Well..." His voice trailed off. "I think there has been a mistake. Oliver is nothing like that," he tried to ease the situation. Looking at him, he continued, "He is clever enough to understand what would harm him. And he would never indulge himself in such groups or activities. Isn't that right, Oliver?"
Before he could even reply, I responded firmly, "Then I think he is lying to you too."
"Miss Brown, I suggest that before making such accusations, you have some proof," Russo retorted.
And I think there, I had hit a nerve.
I looked at Russo, unafraid. "The whole campus knows what's happening there, but couldn't voice up. But even if they decide to stay silent, I won't. Students are afraid to raise their voices against all this stupid bullying, but I have seen how much they are suffering. Even Miley and Olivia's cases have been suspected to relate to bullying." I said. "I am the daughter of James Brown, and I will not go against the truth. I would not spare him." I said looking at Ben, but he remained quiet maintaining a calm posture. Possibly because he too might fear Oliver. But I won't. Looking straight at Russo, I replied, "I am collecting proof against him. And when I am done," I looked at Oliver, warning shot my tone. "You better find a way to get yourself out of jail."
"That's absurd!" Russo commented in an irritated high pitch. "Accusing without proof is unacceptable, Miss Brown!"
I frowned at him. Frustration and irritation clearly shone on my face. "There have been more than thirty reports made on bullies in Preston since last year and none of them was addressed, do you know why?" I asked Russo. His face hardened. "Because many of them were found missing the next day they had made reports."
"That has nothing to do with my cousin!"
"Really? How about a confession on Miley's diary? Or what about those who are facing such cruelty on campus?" I asked. "I am a sole witness. I have seen how cruel your cousin and his friends can be." My voice almost broke thinking about the unimaginable they might have done.
"I may not have the proof right away, but I am working on it. David is working on it. And I am sure we will find the truth. Because no matter what, the truth will surface one day. And I am sure after we are done with this case, many more will arise. People will stop fearing him. I will make sure of it." My voice did not falter this time. The promise I made, I am one hundred per cent sure, I am going to fulfil it. "Till then, If I were you, I would suggest him to stay put."
Confidence oozed from my voice, and Russo understood that if he wanted to fight, he would lose. Because no matter how big their lies are, they know it won't be much further until it will surface. Hence, he simply pivoted, "Miley was a mad person. It was proved by her therapist. her confession won't state anything."
"Well, I saw him myself while he and his team treated a few students completely inhumanly. Bullying them. Cowering them with his strength and power. What do you say about that?"
"Do you have any proof against that statement, Anastasia? No? Maybe then, he was just joking around. Eyes can be fooled."
Anger coursed through me. "I am a witness," I replied. "But if you need more proof, fine, I will bring a solid proof that will get him behind bars next time. Maybe that is when eyes will not fool you."
The air was tense, As we stared down. Silent overlaps the whole place and I could see the comfort in everyone's eyes. I wanted to respond further, but Ava spoke before me, "I think we should enjoy the evening rather than discuss serious matters. After all, we are celebrating such good news and Ana's homecoming. We'll have this matter addressed later."
Dad nodded in agreement, and for a moment, I felt a surge of resentment toward him. I couldn't say anything else. And I was stunned to see that they were more indulged in the party rather than addressing such a crucial matter.
My father didn't take my side.
Sometimes I wonder if Blakely's death could be related to Oliver too. It was no secret that they had made enemies. So if it's not the work of that psychopathic killer, maybe it's someone they pushed to the brink, someone seeking revenge. Perhaps someone holding grudges against them.
Whatever the case, it needs to be solved as soon as possible.
As the night went by with all the shiny and glittery party as a dutiful daughter, I made appearances before each one of them, alongside Dad and Ava, pretending to be a united family for the rest of the night.
I watched how Oliver and Russo blended with the people as if what happened just now was just a little bump on the road, one that Russo managed to overcome. One thing is for sure; Russo is extremely powerful, and thus, it makes Oliver the same.
For a moment, I felt I was betraying Miley and others. Standing here with Russo and others, breathing the same air, and not being able to punish Oliver for all his doings was indeed shameful for me. I felt suffocated. But with Ava and Dad being the hosts of the party, I wouldn't dare to ruin it.
At the same time, I need to find out the truth. Excusing myself from the crowd, I went to find an empty corner. David had slipped away in between for his investigation.
Taking out my phone, I texted David.
"Any update about the car?"
"No, there is no sign of any red Mercedes here, and nothing seems suspicious around."
"Maybe the culprit had really hidden the car away."
"Or maybe there is no car like that at all."
"We can only hope."
I turned off the screen as I sighed against the night.
As the evening continued, bathed in moonlight and filled with laughter, alcohol, and music, I waited patiently for some good news. But David hadn't texted me back yet. Oliver was no longer in sight. I frowned, thinking about what if he was plotting his next move.
Taking my chance, I finally sighed as I walked out onto the balcony. Stars shone above the sky, and a gentle breeze caressed my face, calming my nerves. The crowd inside was suffocating, and the fresh air worked like a charm.
I was still upset with my dad. But thinking about the reason, I think I need to be more specific with him. Maybe then, he could help us with his powers to finally defeat Russo.
As I kept thinking about all the possibilities, just then, my senses tingled with some unknown feeling of being watched. Again. But when I turned around, I found no one there. I frowned and left the place in silence.
TING
A message popped into my phone.
Unknown number: Wrong move, Miss Brown and you will pay for it.
My heart pounded in my chest. Who could this be? 
Was it the Devil himself, or someone else? I knew the Devil wouldn't threaten me. At least not like this. Could it be Oliver? Possibly. 
It was weird. It was not supposed to be what I felt. Intrigued. But here I was. The cat and mouse game with The Devil was indeed intriguing for me. The more he runs, the more I want to catch him.
But that's not the concern right now. Looking up from the phone I scan the room. Trying to find anyone whom I can suspect. The Devil was a psychopath. He can't be trusted. Neither is Oliver or Russo. 
Was it Russo, perhaps? The possibilities swirled in my mind, a chilling puzzle that demanded urgent answers.
I fumbled for my phone, dialling David's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Where could he be at a time like this?
As I was about to leave, searching for David, suddenly, the floor was engulfed in smoke. People around me coughed and spluttered. Panic rippled through the room. What the hell was happening?
I moved to find the event manager, but the smoke thickened, making it nearly impossible to see or breathe. Murmurs and coughs echoed around, the air heavy with fear. People began to panic.
"Dad?" I called out, desperation lacing my voice. "Manager?"
No reply. My breaths grew ragged as I tried to navigate through the smoke. That's when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
A girl, with wild, untamed hair and wearing a waitress uniform, with goggles and a mask over her face, clutched a knife in her hand. Her eyes darted toward Oliver, who stood nearby with Ben. Her gaze was fixated, her intent clear. I felt a chill run down my spine. 
This had to be the killer!
Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted after her, my lungs burning from the smoke. She moved swiftly, her goggles and mask giving her an advantage in the dense fog.
"Oliver! Ben!" I screamed to warn them, hoping to divert their attention. My voice startled both the killer and Oliver, their eyes locking. The tension in the air was palpable.
Just in time, Oliver dodged the knife, but the blade found its mark on another woman standing beside him. A sharp cry of pain filled the room, chilling everyone to the bone. Oliver and Ben fell to the ground, stunned.
Blood pooled around the woman as she fell down.
The killer stood, eyes blazing with anger as she muttered, "Shit." The room fell silent, all eyes on her. At that moment, she ran, a blur of desperation and fear.
I didn't hesitate. I chased after her, determined to catch the elusive figure before she vanished into the night.
She moved with uncanny agility, navigating through the furniture and people as if she possessed an intricate mental map of the entire place. Swiftly, she made her way outside, slipping into a car and firing up the engine.
Shit! 
"Where the hell is David?" I cursed under my breath, my heart racing with urgency. Time was slipping through our fingers like sand in an hourglass.
I reached into my pocket, retrieving the keys to the new Bugatti my dad had gifted me. Just as I was about to get in the car, my driver, Ronin, appeared at my side. "I'll drive for you," he said, his expression calm and resolute.
With little time to spare, I handed him the keys without a second thought. I knew Ronin wasn't just an ordinary chauffeur; he was a trained assassin, like all the drivers in the Brown mansion. His expertise was exactly what I needed in this dire situation.
The engine roared to life as we sped down the town's streets, tailing the green Volkswagen that the killer had commandeered.
"Who are we following?" Ronin asked, his eyes focused on the road as he expertly manoeuvred through traffic.
"The killer," I replied tersely. "She attacked a woman inside the party. We need to catch her."
"On it," he replied, his foot pressing down on the accelerator. Despite his calm demeanour, his determination was evident.
But the killer had gained distance, disappearing from view. She doesn't seem like an ordinary killer, She was indeed a skilful driver as she drove through the traffic almost disappearing from sight. "Which way did she go?" I asked, scanning the surroundings for any sign of her.
"I think she took the shortcut to leave town," Ronin replied, his voice steady. 
That road...
"What? Isn't that road supposed to be avoided?" I questioned, my apprehension growing.
Ronin hesitated for a moment before speaking carefully, "Well, Miss, there have been rumours about that road, but it's also the quickest way out of town. I believe she chose it for the same reason."
"Fine," I conceded reluctantly. The car veered onto the secluded road, darkness swallowing us as we ventured deeper into the unknown. The trees loomed like silent sentinels, and the feeble glow of the streetlights only added to the eerie atmosphere.
That's when I realized we had lost her.
Shit.
The voice hung heavy in my mind, a testament to our failure as the darkness of the road stretched ominously before us.
As we drove along, I gazed out of the window, the road appearing as desolate as I remembered from my previous visit. The tall, isolated trees lined the path, conjuring memories of the day Lorenzo had suddenly appeared, saving me from this eerie place. I couldn't help but drift into thoughts of that encounter, the exhilarating motorcycle ride, the rush of adrenaline...
The car came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road, jolting me out of my daydream about Lorenzo. I frowned my senses on high alert.
"What's wrong?" I asked, a sense of déjà vu washing over me.
Ronin glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his expression tense. "I think the car broke down."
It felt like a surreal repetition of the past. The same place, the same situation—something about it all sent a shiver down my spine.
"What?" I responded, my voice filled with concern.
"I'll go and check. You can stay in the car," he suggested before exiting the vehicle.
A/N: Who might have sent that text to Ana? Oliver? Russo? Or the Devil? Do you think the She-Devil is the true culprit? Comment down below your thoughts. Thank you for reading this book. See ya next week.