The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: A glimpse Of The Underworld

We walked through the entrance and took an elevator to get to the top. The doors opened to a broad room with dim lighting; the setting was classy and intimate, reminding me of a speakeasy.

A few individuals were engaged in muted conversation, and others were having drinks at the bar.

This doesn’t look like an Underworld.

However, the more I looked, the more I noticed men at every corner. I bet they had guns. This wasn’t so normal after all.

"Nervous?" Noah asked in my ear, drawing me close, until my body was practically glued to his.

I didn’t reply, choosing silence for my sanity because God knows I’m this close to punching him in the face.

We neared a woman at an entrance, dressed stylishly in her evening gown, with a few men standing beside her in guard.

"Noah Voss..." he introduced, and she stuck out her hand for him.

Noah obliged, kissing her knuckles, lingering more than usual, and Deja vu gripped me like waves.

Like father, like son.

The woman seemed to enjoy his disgusting move, giving him a sly grin.

"We were expecting you," she spoke in a slow, sensual voice before veering her gaze to me.

Hey, bitch. You can have him.

"It was a single invitation..." she said in a disapproving tone. "She stays here with the other lot."

"Unfortunately, sweetheart..." Noah gave way so that his men, who were holding onto a duffel bag, could be seen. "We’re here for some fun, and it would be a shame if you don’t allow us to do that. Little loss can’t be tolerated, right?"

The woman looked interested now, and she nodded, taking off the stanchion rope and leading us through.

It was a long walk through the hallway, and I pondered where she was taking us now. Not until we got to a spot where a password was punched on the wall, and the doors slid open to reveal an elevator.

Okay... this is getting far too nerve-racking. Is that the portal to hell?

"After you..."

Noah kissed her cheek, and we walked in, the doors shutting.

We’re going down. Maybe it’s really a portal to hell.

After thirty seconds of torture, the doors opened with a ding, and an entirely different location came into view, smelling thickly of smoke and something else I couldn’t describe.

"Welcome to the underworld," Noah murmured to my ear. "A part of it."

It was a metaphor.

This was a casino, and it was bigger and longer than the speakeasy, as if this was the main building, and the rest of the building was just for show.

It truly was, and even though this wasn’t the best situation to be in awe, I couldn’t help it. This place was fucking amazing!

As we strolled through, I eyed every game, some I know, many I don’t, and the people who played these games weren’t like the typical ones you see at a gambling spot.

They were all dressed in suits and nice dresses, all looking rich in some way or another as they made their bets, and celebrated victory.

The place was well put together, like some grand royal event was ongoing.

I thought we were gonna stop at one of the tables, but we didn’t. We walked as if we had a destination to make.

"That’s James Shaw. He owes the biggest casino in the underworld and everyone you see here..." His eyes swept the place, and I did too. "Aren’t the typical wealthy. James has a magnet for bringing people together; this place has been on for years, and no one has ever infiltrated it. He’s that powerful."

"You mean his world," he corrected me. "That shouldn’t be your choice to make. A made man is in control. Wives are beneath them, but also a needed factor."

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