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The Devil's Rose

Author: Lashes
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 23:07:41

“She’s the only thing in this dangerous world of mine that still dares to bloom in my hands. She's the rose that still grew even in the devil’s grasp, and I’ll cut down anyone who tries to pluck her.”

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After taking a bullet for the man she loves, Arya lies fighting for her life in a hospital bed, but the danger doesn’t stop there.

Juan, torn between sitting by her side and leading his war on the streets, finds himself under attack from all sides. It’s not just one enemy he thought was long gone, but old rivals who refuse to let a Spaniard control the Italian underworld.

As a Spanish-Italian mafia lord, Juan knows the cost of this life. He might lose everything, his power, his family, his crown but he's not willing to lose the woman he loves. But what happens if Arya's only chance at survival is to walk away from him?

Book Two of The Darkness & Desire Series

This can be read as a standalone, but to understand their full story, read Book One: The Mafia’s Angel.

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A/N

Y’all, deep breath... THE DEVIL’S ROSE IS FINALLY HERE! 🎉✨

keep holding your breath...

keep holding...

exhale <3

I know, I know, you’ve been dangling on that cliffhanger for way too long (sorry not sorry 😈). But guess what? I’m back, and this time, I brought a whole damn roller coaster of chaos with me. You know what? Roller coasters ads basic, it's a fricken pendulum drop, or a drop tower. 💀😹

If you thought book one was a wild ride, buckle up, buttercup, this sequel’s got more twists, turns, and oh so dangerous drama than zee world (wait, please tell me you guys know that TV channel?)

Remember last year when life threw me ALL the curveballs? Between fighting off health demons, juggling meds like a circus act, and desperately trying not to drown in exams and ghostwriting gigs (because yes, medical bills don’t pay themselves, and who needs sleep anyway?), this book was quietly simmering on the back burner. It gave me those sad puppy eyes like, “Hey, don’t forget meeeee...”

Fast forward to April 2nd, the day of destiny when I finally dusted off this bad boy and said, “Okay, let’s get weird.” Suddenly, words started flying faster than Juan’s bullets. I was writing like my laptop was on fire, smashing out thousands of words daily, fueled by caffeine, stubbornness, and maybe a little bit of madness. By May? Boom. Over 100,000 words of delicious, messy, mafia madness. (Shakes booty happily).

And here I am, presenting you The Devil’s Rose which is a cocktail of heartbreak, gunfights, power struggles, and of course, the kind of love that makes you scream, cry, and maybe throw your phone across the room (guilty).

But wait, don’t get too comfortable! This book may be wrapped up nice and neat but there's still so much blood, betrayal, and cliffhangers to come because why give you peace when I can keep you screaming at your screen?

Mwahaha. 😈

So, pour yourself a drink (or fourteen

), grab some snacks, get a therapist (you'll need one trust me) and prepare for a wild ride through the underworld with Juan and Arya. (Trust me, youre going to need all that I mentioned).

Thank you SO much for sticking with me through the chaos, the tears, and the borderline insanity of this writing journey.

I love you guys more than I love coke (the drink guys, the drink!!!)

Alright, that’s enough from me. I’m off plotting even more mayhem because clearly, I have no chill.

Catch you on the dark side,

~ Lashes. (。・ω・。)ノ♡

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    Arya went to her old room, pushed the door open and blinked. "Oh," she muttered, realizing that she had moved rooms. She rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to Juan's room and sank on the bed, quite exhausted from the training. She wasn't sure when she drifted off to sleep, but a sudden rasp on the door made her groan and open her eyes.“Arya,” Belle called from outside. “It’s time.”She got up slowly, slipped her feet into the flats on the floor, and opened the door, rubbing her eyes. Belle was already fully dressed. Her gown was long and black, smooth down her frame with a slit that stopped just above her thigh. Her hair was in waves, and she held a compact mirror in one hand.“Took you long enough,” Belle said, closing the mirror and stepping into the room. “You need to shower in, like, two minutes, then sit your butt down. I have work to do on your face.”Arya didn’t argue. She walked past Belle and headed straight into the bathroom.By the time she came out, Belle had alr

  • The Mafia's Angel    Chapter 24:A Gala

    She walked beside him slowly, her boots making light sounds against the floor as they headed back outside. The sun was much higher now, a little warmer on her skin than before. Juan stayed quiet as they moved back toward the car, and she glanced at him once but didn’t say anything.When they got back to the field behind the training hall, he stopped suddenly."Again," he said, nodding toward the targets in the distance. She hasn't even noticed them the first time. Arya looked at him, confused. "I thought we were done.""One more round," he said, opening the case again and placing the gun back in her hand.She gave him a look but didn’t argue. Her hands were steadier now as she lifted the weapon again. Juan came behind her, closer than before, placing his palm over her waist again, then one hand lightly on her arm to raise it just slightly."Hold your breath," he said quietly. "Just before you shoot."She nodded, her eyes on the target."I can hear your heartbeat," he murmured near he

  • The Mafia's Angel    Chapter 23: Training

    “I hope you’re not still sleeping,” Juan said quietly, his voice low near her ear as the light filtered through the curtains the next morning. Arya opened one eye and groaned, pulling the covers over her head.“I was,” she mumbled under the sheets, letting out a small breath as she turned her face into the pillow.Juan chuckled softly. “Get up, Arya. We train before breakfast.”She pushed the blanket down slowly and turned her head toward him. “Train?”“Yes,” he said with a nod, reaching for his watch on the nightstand. “You don’t want to do that right after eating.”“I’m not talking about eating,” she said with a squint as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Why are you the one training me? Don’t you have better things to do? Like chasing after the people trying to kill you?”Juan sighed and leaned back against the headboard, running a hand down his face before turning to look at her. “I don’t trust anyone else with a weapon near you.”Arya stared at him for a second, then gave a small

  • The Mafia's Angel    Chapter 22: Preparing For Danger

    Juan came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, drying his hands with a small towel. Arya had already crawled under the covers, her back turned to the door, but she wasn’t sleeping. She heard him stop by the edge of the bed.“You don’t want the lights off, do you?” he asked.“No,” she said quietly.He walked across the room and dimmed it instead, letting the yellow glow fall softly against the walls. She stayed quiet and waited until she heard the sheets rustle as he climbed into the bed.He didn’t come close.The space between them stayed wide.“Goodnight,” he said.She swallowed, her voice coming out lower than she meant. “Goodnight.”The next morning, Arya woke up to find the house unusually quiet. Juan had left early, but his scent still lingered on the sheets. Her clothes were already out, her breakfast had been brought in, and the phone Juan had given her the day she went out with Donna had been placed neatly beside her water bottle.She sat up slowly, stretching, then r

  • The Mafia's Angel    Chapter 21: Moving Rooms

    She closed the last page of her book and stood up, walking to her room. The door was ajar, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion. She pushed it open further, noting how the dresser had been cleared of everything on it. The perfume bottle, her lotion, the little hair clip she always left lying carelessly—all gone. "What the hell?" she mumbled underneath her breath. Suddenly, something twisted in her chest. Could it be that Juan suddenly decided he didn't want her here anymore? She stood still for a moment, trying not to spiral, but the weight in her stomach kept growing. The idea of him suddenly changing his mind—after everything—gripped her tightly. She blinked, forcing herself to stay calm. If he really wanted her gone, would he have let her stay this long? Would he have fed her, talked to her, touched her like he did? Still, the sight of that empty dresser gnawed at her. She stepped back from the room, her bare feet pressing into the cold tiled floor as she turned and wa

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    Hi loves! my last brain cell can't even try being funny. I know, I know, your impatient asses have been waiting three days for an update (which is totally unlike me, right?). So remember that break? The one week... I think I'm going to take it now. Some of our mid semesters have been postponed (I have my very wonderful lecturers to blame) and I am not even getting well, plus... of course... work (remember bills don't pay themselves? yeah). I've got a pile of ghostwriting work to do. **screams in madness** my last brain cell isn't even a full one, I swear. 😭 — Lashes (who is a second away from collapsing) P.S: I love you guys so much. Thank you for sticking with this unhinged author so far. —Olympic fast. But his speed isn’t talent, it’s vampirism. Born into a brutal mafia of immortal predators, Ethan’s spent years outrunning his legacy. He just wants a normal life without bloodshed, crime and a throne

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