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A Sinful Devotion

A Sinful Devotion

Mafia
last updateLast Updated : 2026-01-29
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Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Steamy

Dominant

Mafia

Possessive

Forgiveness

Hate to Love

MxM

"I should’ve killed him the night he betrayed me. Instead, I kept him alive — chained, bleeding, and trembling beneath my hands." Nicholas Rhodes, heir to the Rhodes crime syndicate, had everything: control, power, loyalty. Until him. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — the man he once trusted with his life — turned on him in the middle of a war, selling secrets to their rivals. But when fate forces their worlds to collide again, Nicholas doesn’t kill Rafe. He takes him back. As a captive. As a weapon. As a reminder of everything he lost. Hatred was supposed to keep them apart. Instead, it burns hotter than desire — twisting into something neither of them can name. Obsession becomes their language. Betrayal becomes their bond. And love… love is the bullet waiting in the chamber. Because in their world, love doesn’t save. It destroys. --- Main Characters: Nicholas Rhodes— 29 Cold, ruthless, born into blood and chaos. After Rafe’s betrayal, he’s become darker — quieter, crueler. He claims he feels nothing anymore… but Rafe’s name still tastes like venom and longing on his tongue. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — 26 Former hitman and Nicholas’s right hand, before he turned traitor. Charming, unpredictable, and carrying his own secrets. His betrayal wasn’t what it seemed — but he’d rather die than beg Nicholas to understand.

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39 Chapters
Chapter 1 — The Monster I Made
Nicholas Rhodes The smell of gunpowder always lingers longer than the sound of bullets. It clings to the air like guilt. I pushed through the smoke-filled warehouse, boots grinding on broken glass. The echo of distant sirens bled through the night, but I barely heard them. My mind replayed every second of the ambush—every scream, every wrong move, every name I’d lost. It was supposed to be routine. A simple exchange at Pier 9. Five crates, four men, no witnesses. But someone had fed the Rossis our schedule down to the minute. They’d been waiting for us, hiding behind the freight containers like vultures. My men had fought hard. Too hard. None of it mattered now. Marco stumbled toward me, his shirt dark with blood that wasn’t his. “They knew everything, Nick,” he rasped. “Even the backup route. Someone sold us out.” The words sank in like a knife under the ribs. “Who had the route list?” “Only a handful. You. Me. Vega.” Rafael Vega. The name landed heavier than the smoke in m
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Chapter 2 – Caged Loyalty
RafeThe last thing I remember from that night is the taste of metal and betrayal.Rain on my tongue, gunfire somewhere far away, the blur of headlights cutting through smoke. Then a voice I’d memorized years ago shouting my name—not with worry, but with fury.“Bring him to me.”Six months ago, everything went wrong.Six months of running, hiding, blaming myself for something I didn’t do.And now, here I am—dragged back into the lion’s den, wrists bound, face bruised, every breath measured against the sound of Nicholas Rhodes pacing across marble floors.He stands in front of me, dressed in black like the accusation itself.No one else speaks. His men fade into the walls, shadows waiting for a verdict. The air smells of gun oil and rain-soaked leather.“You should have died that night,” he says quietly.“I almost did.” My voice cracks around the words.He steps closer, studying me with the precision of a surgeon about to cut. “Almost isn’t enough.”I want to look away, but I don’t. I’
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Chapter 3 – Old Wounds,New Scars
NicholasThe first time I saw Rafael Vega he wasn’t a threat. He was a shadow waiting to be used.A name in a file, a pair of steady eyes in a room full of trembling ones.I remember the warehouse light cutting through dust, the smell of oil and rust clinging to the air. He’d been brought in after a job gone sideways—half the crew scattered, one man missing, yet Rafe stood untouched. Calm. Too calm.I asked him his name.He said, Rafael Vega, sir.No arrogance. No fear. Just that strange steadiness that made people listen before they meant to.He was younger then—sharp-boned, lean, quiet. I should’ve dismissed him as another survivor looking for a place to hide, but something in me hesitated.The same hesitation that would later destroy us both.He learned fast. Loyal to a fault, or so I believed. I let him too close—closer than I ever had with anyone under my command. In meetings, he’d stand behind my chair, silent and watchful, eyes tracking every threat before I did. We were rhythm
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CHAPTER 4 — WHAT REMAINS OF HATE
(Nicholas’s POV) The smell of gunpowder still clung to the air hours after the shooting stopped. It sat heavy in the walls, thick enough that even breathing felt like swallowing ghosts. My men had cleared the grounds, counted the bodies, burned the rest. But I was still standing in the hallway outside the cellar, my hands aching from how hard I’d hit Rafe. He hadn’t made a sound when my fist landed. Just stared at me, blood running from his split lip, eyes dark and steady. The same eyes that used to follow me through every corridor, half-shadow, half-promise. I told myself I didn’t care what they used to mean. The ambush had been too clean, too fast. The attackers had known our routes, our safe houses, the time we moved the shipment. Information only a handful of men had access to—men who’d once sworn to me with blood and loyalty. And at the top of that list had been Rafe Vega. Now he sat in the chair in front of me, wrists cuffed, head bowed. The basement light flickered ov
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Chapter 5: The Fire Between Us
Nicholas’s POVThe night was too quiet.Even the city seemed to know that something dangerous was about to happen.I sat in the dark, a glass of whiskey untouched in my hand, the amber liquid catching the low light of the chandelier. The house had fallen into silence hours ago—my men stationed around the perimeter, the hallways empty, the clock ticking too loud in the still air.But inside my chest, everything was chaos.Six days.Six days since I dragged Rafael Vega back from the filth he’d been rotting in. Six days since I chained him in that room and told myself it was justice.And yet… I hadn’t killed him.Every time I walked into that room, I told myself this would be it.That I’d put a bullet through his skull, wipe away the ghost of him that’s haunted me for years.But I never did.He’d look at me with those same eyes—dark, defiant, knowing—and I’d freeze. Like a man staring into his own reflection.I couldn’t explain it. Maybe I didn’t want to.The sound of chains clinking bro
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Chapter 6 — The Devil’s Bed
The house feels wrong with him in it.It’s too quiet. Every sound is sharper now—the click of my shoes against marble, the creak of the hallway floor, the slow pulse of a clock I’ve ignored for years. Even the walls seem to listen.I tell myself I brought him here to keep him contained. To keep an eye on him.But I know that’s a lie.I could’ve left him in the safehouse basement where my men found him. I could’ve handed him over to Dominic and been done with it. But when they dragged Rafe through the rain and dropped him at my feet, beaten, trembling, looking at me with those eyes like he was waiting to die—something in me fractured.So I kept him.Now he’s upstairs in one of the guest rooms at the far end of the east wing. A room with no lock on the inside.It’s been five days since that night.Five days of watching him move like a shadow through my house—too silent, too calm, like he’s waiting for the ground to collapse beneath him.He doesn’t speak unless I make him. Doesn’t eat u
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Chapter 7 — The Weight of Silence
The storm has passed, but the house still feels soaked in it.It’s the kind of silence that doesn’t soothe — it crawls.It reminds you of everything that should’ve been said and wasn’t.I wake before dawn, the clock reading 4:17. The sheets beside me are cold.I don’t remember falling asleep. Only the weight of Rafe’s last words echoing in my head — You can cage a body, not a ghost.He’s gone.Again.My first instinct is fury. The second — fear. Not for myself, but for what might happen if Dominic finds him before I do.But beneath all that, there’s something else. Something uglier.A quiet relief that I don’t have to look at him this morning. That I don’t have to see the bruise I put there.I drag a hand over my face and exhale. The cigarette smoke from last night still clings to my shirt, the faint burn of it lodged in my throat.For the first time in years, I feel tired in a way no sleep can fix.--The mansion is awake by six. My men move through the halls like ghosts, whispering
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Chapter 8 — The Kiss of a Lie
Nick 's POVThe rain had been falling since dawn, steady and thin, the kind of drizzle that blurred the glass and made the world outside the mansion look unreal.I stood at the tall window of the study, watching the courtyard vanish beneath the gray veil. Every drop seemed to count down something inside me. Patience, control, sanity—whatever was left.Behind me, the silence hummed with Rafe’s breathing.He’d been brought up from the lower level that morning. No chains this time, just a cut along his temple, a healing bruise on his cheek. He looked like a man half-alive and half-remembered. Too real to be a ghost, too haunting to be flesh.“Sit,” I said.He didn’t move.That familiar defiance burned low in him; the same one that used to make me trust him more than anyone. My voice sharpened.“I said sit.”He obeyed, slow, deliberate, lowering himself into the chair opposite the desk. His wrists rested loosely on his knees, the posture of a soldier awaiting judgment.I turned from the w
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Chapter 9 — The Enemy Within
(Nicholas’s POV )I hadn’t meant to kiss him.Hell, I hadn’t meant to touch him again after that night six months ago when he vanished into the chaos of gunfire and betrayal.But now, every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the ghost of his mouth against mine — the taste of whiskey, blood, and defiance tangled in a kiss that should never have happened.It wasn’t forgiveness.It was the start of something far worse.The next morning, I woke before dawn. The rain had stopped, leaving behind that sharp smell of cold steel and asphalt that always reminded me of death.I showered in silence, buttoned my shirt, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked calm. Composed. But the man staring back at me was lying.I’d spent my life mastering control. My father used to say, “A Rhodes doesn’t bleed where anyone can see it.”But ever since Rafe came back, I’d been bleeding everywhere — quietly, internally, invisibly.By the time I reached my office, the house had begun to st
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Chapter 10: The Chains Between Us
Rafe’s POVThe mansion was too quiet.Too cold.Too aware of me.I could feel the walls watching, listening — judging every shallow breath I took. The security cameras blinked like eyes in the dark, red dots tracking me through every hallway Nicholas allowed me to walk in. Even the air felt weighted, like the place itself remembered what I’d done. Or what he thought I’d done.The truth didn’t matter here.Only the ghosts did.I sat in the corner of the guest room — if you could call a locked space with barred windows a guest room — and stared at the faint reflection in the glass. My face was thinner than I remembered. The scar along my jaw looked darker under the dim light. I looked like the version of me Nicholas hated most — the one he thought had betrayed him.And maybe… in some twisted way, he was right.Because I did betray him.Just not for the reasons he believed.My hands were trembling again. I pressed them together, knuckles cracking, and stared down at the faint bruises aro
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