บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Fire: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Althaia The LuxePalace overwhelmed my senses with opulence and grandeur, leaving me in awe as soon as I entered. The floor was adorned with a glossy beige marble, reflecting my surroundings vividly with its mirror-like sheen. Above, the ceiling reached astonishing heights, adorned with chandeliers that dripped with glistening crystals. I did my best not to appear too lost, as everyone around me seemed familiar with the place. Deciding to take a seat at the bar, I figured it was the best way to observe my surroundings without giving away my confusion or discomfort. I ordered a glass of wine and nearly choked when I learned it cost several hundred dollars. Just for a single glass! It was a good thing I was only pretending to be rich for an hour, because keeping up with this lifestyle would leave me broke and on the streets in no time. My mother and I lived a comfortable life thanks to the money we earned from our boutique, but this was a whole new level of extravagance. As I si

Althaia “Damiano…” I swallowed hard as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate going up once again. “I…Uh…” My mind went completely blank when I tried to come up with some kind of excuse. But who was I kidding? I was completely in deep shit no matter what. “Quiet.” He growled out and I clamped my mouth shut. Damiano looked at me with his darkened eyes. I had seen that look on his face before when he was extremely pissed. And now it was aimed at me. He slowly walked up to me, his eyes scanning my body before he met my eyes. I had to tilt my head up a little to be able to see his face when he stopped in front of me. My breath hitched in my throat at how close we were. He still had that effect on my body, making it flutter and tingle without even touching me, and his face was so close to mine that it almost felt unreal. It also took everything in me not to turn around and make a run for it, not ready for what I was about to face. I didn’t notice when he reached for the gun I was hid

Damiano “We’ll isolate them and keep them awake. They will talk when exhaustion hit them.” Antonio reported to me. “Good.” I replied over the phone. I sat down on the couch in the living room as I didn’t want to disturb Althaia, who was asleep. I flipped open the sketchbook she had on the coffee table, curious to see what that mind of hers had created. “You should get some sleep. You’re a pain in the ass when you’re sleep-deprived.” Antonio commented. Before I could tell him off, I heard Rafaelle in the background. “Is that Damiano? Let me talk to him real quick.” I heard some rustling before he got on the phone. “Damiano! Damiano, please, just please listen to me!” “What do you want?” “Please, get laid!” He cried out desperately. “You’ve got too much pent-up sexual frustration, and all kinds of frustrations there exist. So please, for the love of God, get laid! I’m tired! I am so tired! I haven’t worked this much in my life, and you have been up in everyone’s ass, not giving u

Damiano “If it turns out to be true, then we can go ahead with our plan as we wanted from the beginning. We know he wants access to the weaponry, like that wasn’t fucking obvious, and we now know his connections, how he works… I say let us just go ahead and kill him like we always wanted, and take over his territories. He’s a bastard but, damn, he knows how to make money, and make an even bigger demand for the products.” Rafaelle kept talking. We were in the car on our way to the storage facility along with Luca and Giovanni. “It’s not that simple anymore.” I told him. I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. Not because I was tired, but to calm myself down completely to interrogate the scumbags, and not kill them as soon as I see them. “Oh right, Althaia. Maybe she doesn't care?” “Are you that fucking dumb?” Giovanni looked at him to see if he was serious. “We know Cara won’t care.” Rafaelle said, thinking he made a valid point. “Cara was abused, almost beaten to death. Altha

Althaia “Damiano?” “Sì, amore mio?” I felt myself smiling, loving it when he spoke Italian to me. My head was resting on his chest while he played with my hair. “Their families… Are you going to hurt them?” I looked up at him, seeing his eyes were closed before opening them to look at me. “No. As shocking as it might sound, I don’t hurt innocent people.” “That makes me feel better.” I felt relieved that he wouldn’t hurt them. I felt uneasy about their families would have to pay for something they didn’t do. “I shouldn’t have let you go there.” He sighed, frowning a little. “Why not? I didn’t do a good job?” I popped on my elbow for support. “You did well.” Damiano caressed my cheek, looking around my face. “I’m worried I’m fucking you up with this.” I knew he was always worried about what I would think of him once I had seen what he was truly capable of. The very dark side of him. And now, I knew he was worried about me being involved in this. I moved to lie on top of him, hi