Chapter 10: The Devil's Deal.

Bianca's POV

“Yes, Daddy…”

The words slipped out of my lips before I could stop them. Heat flushed my cheeks, but I didn’t care, because Dante’s rough laughter was the kind of music that made my veins ache with want.

“I love it when you call me that,” he said, his voice dark velvet, his smirk dangerous as always.

My fists balled into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him closer until our lips crushed together. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was war. A war of dominance, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breaths stolen. His hand slid down my spine, tracing every curve as if he owned me. And God help me, I let him.

I should hate him. I should stab him. I should end this monster before he consumes me completely. But instead, I tilted my head back, letting his mouth devour my throat, my pulse hammering against his tongue.

“Dante…” I breathed, my voice breaking between a moan and a curse.

His chuckle vibrated against my skin. “Say it again.”

“Dante ..”

“Not that,” he growled, pulling back just enough for his eyes to burn into mine. “Say it right.”

My lips trembled, my chest rising and falling as I gave in. “Daddy.”

He kissed me harder, like I had just given him my soul, like he was sealing a pact in fire. His thigh pressed between mine, forcing me against him, and I whimpered at the pressure. My nails dug into his back, desperate, greedy, shameful.

Every inch of him was danger. Every breath of mine was surrender.

And just when I thought I would melt into him completely...

I woke up.

My breath came in ragged gasps, sweat dampening my skin. My hand clutched at empty sheets, the ghost of his touch still burning me alive. For a moment, I didn’t move, staring into the darkness as the pounding in my head returned.

The dream… no, the nightmare.

I forced myself upright, my fingers massaging the throbbing ache at my temple. My surroundings slowly came into focus.. stone walls, shadows, the metallic scent of chains. My heart sank as I realized.

A cell.

I was locked away like an animal. Betrayed, discarded, left to rot.

Flashes of memory stabbed through me, Dante’s betrayal, Mordecai’s cold voice condemning me, the weight of being cast into prison. My stomach twisted, rage flaring hot. But then another memory surfaced… that dream. That kiss. That unbearable craving.

Why? Why in God’s name was I craving Dante, the very man who had destroyed me? I should dream of plunging a dagger through his chest, not of whispering “Daddy” into his mouth like a needy fool.

I cursed under my breath and pushed myself to the door of the cell. A guard stood outside, bored and half-asleep.

“Hey,” I called.

He turned lazily. “What?”

“Am I allowed visitors?”

He barked a laugh. “No.” He turned to walk away..

But then footsteps echoed through the hall. A familiar face appeared, her presence like a sliver of light piercing through my darkness.

“Andreina?” My voice cracked.

The guard opened the gate, and she rushed inside, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Bianca,” she whispered.

I clung to her for a moment before pulling back, my brows furrowed. “How did you know I was here?”

“A letter was sent from Dante’s city,” she explained softly. “I was on duty when it arrived. I didn’t tell anyone else.”

Relief washed through me. “So no one knows?”

Andreina smiled faintly. “No one. It’s just us.”

We sat together on the cold floor, and I told her everything...Dante’s betrayal, Mordecai’s orders, the pieces of the game I had uncovered.

“You trusted him,” Andreina said, her voice trembling. “And he...”

“He betrayed me,” I finished bitterly. My hands clenched in my lap. “And now he’s getting married.”

“Married?” Andreina’s eyes widened. “To who?”

Before I could answer, a voice sliced through the air like a blade.

“Hey, bitches. Did someone tune in to my world?”

The click of heels echoed down the hall, deliberate, mocking. Betty appeared, every step dripping with arrogance. She was dressed to kill...literally. A body hugging black dress that shimmered under the dim light, diamond earrings that sparkled like daggers, and crimson lipstick that made her smirk look venomous.

She stopped at the bars, her smile razor sharp. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

I met her gaze, my own lips curving. “We don’t need any introduction.”

Her laugh was low and sweet, like poisoned honey. “You look too pretty to be a villain.”

“Wouldn’t you love to know what a pretty villain can do?” I shot back.

Her eyes narrowed, but her smile didn’t falter. “I don’t care. You’re just a needy bitch.”

My brows arched. “And who’s a needy bitch?”

“A cheap woman who tries to rub herself against another woman’s man.”

I laughed softly, leaning closer to the bars. “Funny, because that man you’re trying so hard to marry… he’s already arched my waist and groaned in my ear while I made him lose control.”

Her eyes flickered with rage before she turned sharply to Andreina. “Leave us.”

Andreina hesitated but obeyed. Now it was just Betty and me, two predators circling.

“Listen,” Betty said coldly. “Whatever you had with Dante was just a Mafia’s game. You were nothing but a pawn.”

I tilted my head. “And what if you are the pawn? What if he’s just using you for something bigger?”

“At least he needs me,” she snapped. “He doesn’t need you.”

I raised my hand slowly, letting the dim light catch on my finger. “If I’m so useless, why did he put this ring on me first? Before you?”

Her smile faltered for just a second, but she recovered quickly. “You’re delusional. I went to his house. There’s nothing of you there."

Inside, I burned. Dante, always so careful, always so calculated. Hiding me. Erasing me. But I didn’t let her see the pain. I only smirked.

“You can marry him. Wear his name, wear his ring. But his body?” I leaned in, my voice a whisper. “He’ll never forget mine.”

She laughed, but it was shaky. “We’re getting married morrow. You’re wasting your time.”

“Then let’s make a deal.”

“I don’t do deals with fools.”

“Only fools run from deals.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You think you’re playing with me?”

I smiled. “The deal is clean. Tonight, send Dante here. Lie that I asked for him. Set up a CCTV. If he resists me, if he doesn’t touch me, you can execute me tomorrow. But if he gives in… if he can’t resist me… then I walk free.”

Betty’s lips curled, venomous. She leaned close, whispering. “What if I tell him? What if I warn him not to touch you?”

“Then you’re proving you don’t trust him,” I purred. “And what’s a marriage without trust?”

Her jaw clenched. I could see the battle in her eyes.

Finally, she sighed. “Fine. Deal signed. But send your last wishes tonight, because tomorrow… you’re dead.”

She turned and walked out, her heels like gunshots against the stone floor.

I leaned back against the wall, a slow smile spreading across my lips. My pulse was steady, sharp, certain.

The game had begun.

Andreina slipped back in moments later, eyes wide. “Bianca...what did you do?”

I leaned close, whispering my plan into her ear. She listened, then smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief.

She nodded once before slipping away.

Alone again, I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. My mind burned with one truth.

This was my time.

And tomorrow night, the devil himself would walk into my cage.

And he wouldn’t walk out the same, because only then, would he know the Devil herself..........