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Author: Raven Black
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-08 17:38:38

Aiden bit his lip, his mind racing. He hadn't really thought about what he'd do to his father's killer when he eventually found him. He'd been so focused on just finding the person responsible, on getting answers, that he'd never actually planned beyond that point.

But now, standing here with Vito waiting for an answer, the reality hit him hard. He couldn't kill Matteo. Not yet. Not until he knew for sure.

Because Matteo might know where Elena was. He might know if she was still alive. If she w
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  • The Devil’s Game   8

    Vito pushed through the heavy door of the bar, and the sound hit him first… a voice, smooth and raw at the same time, cutting through the smoke and chatter. He had heard it from the back room, muffled through the walls, but now that he was right there, it filled every corner of the space.And there he was. Aiden. On stage, under a spotlight that made his skin glow with sweat, his eyes closed like he was somewhere else entirely.Vito stopped walking. And just stood there, staring.The kid was nothing like Ash. Nothing. He was naive, soft, and very much different from Vito’s world. But still… something about the way he moved, the tilt of his head when he hit a high note, the way his fingers curled around the microphone–‘Why the fuck does he remind me of him?’The thought landed hard, and before Vito could stop it, an old memory crashed in.*******FLASHBACK**The old bar had smelled like spilled beer and cigarette smoke. Vito had been standing with his back to the wall, arms crossed, f

  • The Devil’s Game   7

    Aiden moved around the bar with practiced ease, his hands working on autopilot as he mixed drinks and served customers. The music from the speakers filled the space, loud enough to drown out most conversations but not so loud you couldn't think.His job at the bar was basically two parts. The drinks part… mixing cocktails, pouring beers, keeping the glasses clean. And the singing part. He had a section in the evening where he would perform with the band, usually an hour or two depending on how busy they were.He'd joined the bar to get some extra money. That was the plan. But somewhere along the way, he'd realized that singing like that, up on the small stage with the lights dimmed and the crowd watching, was the only way he could really express himself. The only time he felt like he could breathe.He looked around the bar now, scanning the familiar faces. Regulars. New customers. The usual Friday night crowd.And then his eyes landed on the guard.The same guard who'd been standing s

  • The Devil’s Game   6

    Aiden bit his lip, his mind racing. He hadn't really thought about what he'd do to his father's killer when he eventually found him. He'd been so focused on just finding the person responsible, on getting answers, that he'd never actually planned beyond that point.But now, standing here with Vito waiting for an answer, the reality hit him hard. He couldn't kill Matteo. Not yet. Not until he knew for sure.Because Matteo might know where Elena was. He might know if she was still alive. If she was safe. Aiden couldn't risk losing that information. He couldn't let revenge get in the way of saving her.He looked up and found Vito staring at him intensely, those dark eyes watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he patiently waited for his response.Aiden forced himself to look away, his hands gripping the edge of the counter."He might know where Elena is," Aiden said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper."What?" Vito asked, his head tilting slightly."My niece. E

  • The Devil’s Game   5

    Aiden groaned and stormed out of the lounge. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared up at them. The bedrooms were probably up there. But choosing a room upstairs would only keep him closer to the boss, and he refused that. He refused to make this easy for the man who'd basically bought him like he was some kind of object, regardless of the help he could provide or not.He turned away sharply and started searching the ground floor instead. He passed a dining room with a table that could seat twenty people. Then a study with walls lined with books that probably cost more than everything he had ever owned. Finally, at the far end of the lobby, he opened a random door.A guest room. Small, at least compared to everything else in this place. A bed, a dresser, a window with heavy curtains.Good enough.He stepped inside and locked the door behind him, even though he knew it probably wouldn't keep anyone out if they really wanted in.He was angry. So angry his hands were shaking.

  • The Devil’s Game   4

    Aiden's jaw dropped. His whole body went cold. This had to be the craziest day of his entire life. First, he'd lost his family. Now he was about to lose his life too, when all he had wanted was some goddamn help.He knew it would probably cost the boss nothing to help him. A phone call. Maybe some money. But clearly, this was the kind of person who needed to make a game out of everything.Aiden's hands curled into fists. He wanted to punch that infuriatingly sexy smirk right off his face.Vito glanced at his watch with a bored expression, like Aiden was wasting his time. He waved one hand lazily at the guard standing behind Aiden."Go ahead," Vito said, his voice flat. "Pull the trigger.""Wait!" Aiden's voice cracked as he shouted. "Wait, wait, stop! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want!"He hated how desperate he sounded, but he couldn't die here. Not now. Not when he still didn't know what had happened to his niece. She was only six, and she was out there somewhere, scared and alo

  • The Devil’s Game   3

    Vito stared down at the man kneeling in front of him, and something ugly twisted in his chest. He was irritated.This guy went easily on his knees like he had no pride left in him. And that pissed Vito off more than the fact that he had barged in here uninvited. A man should have some self-respect. Some dignity. You made deals standing up, not groveling like a dog begging for scraps.But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him.His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate.Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this.It made Vito's hands itch."Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.Aiden blinked, his eyes refocu

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