All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Azzura. Adriano led me out of the club, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. The bass from the music faded behind us as we stepped into the cool night air. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves.As he maneuvered through the crowd, it was as if the throng of bodies parted like the sea for him. I couldn’t help but wonder if they all recognized him, if they knew the power he held.As we approached the front, I spotted a man in dark sunglasses and a sharp suit standing next to the bouncer I knew from previous nights. The moment this man turned and saw Adriano, he put a phone to his ear and barked out orders that I couldn’t hear over the noise of the street. Then, just like that, he walked away, leaving me feeling even more curious about the man I’d chosen as my hit for the night.When we got outside, I wasn’t surprised to see the man in the suit holding open the door of a sleek Range Rover. It looked expensive, just like everything else about Adriano.His hand slid to the small

ADRIANOI was on a warpath, and I knew it. Every ounce of logic told me I had better things to do, bigger enemies to conquer, and borders to protect. Yet here I was, burning through resources and time, obsessing over a woman who wasn’t even half my size.But it wasn’t just about the woman. It was about what she took from me.And I had an inkling feeling that there was a damn good amount of transfer of aggression bleeding into my desperate need to find this woman. But it was an aggression that she caused.My fingers drummed against the polished table in the conference room as I tried—and failed—to focus on the discussion unfolding before me. A group of us sat around, discussing the Bratva and Cosa Nostra trade routes. A delicate subject, one requiring my full attention. But my mind wasn’t on the maps spread out before me or the stiff suits droning on about logistics.It was on her.Azzura.She’d been a distraction from the start, the type of woman who looked like sin wrapped in silk

AZZURA The first few days at Adriano’s pack were nothing like I had imagined. Not that I’d ever thought about what being held captive by a man like him would be like, but whatever small part of me dared to picture it—this wasn’t it.For three days, I had been trapped within the walls of what I now knew was called the Giordano Fortress. The name suited it perfectly. It was massive, with high walls and intricate concrete finishings. A place where every corner screamed power and danger. Just like its owner.Adjusting to this new reality wasn’t just hard. It was damn near impossible. Every time I opened my eyes, I wished I was waking up in my tiny flat, crammed on a mattress with my sisters. Not here. Not in this nightmare.The reality of my situation hit me harder with each passing day. I kept asking myself the same question. What was I thinking? What kind of fool decides to target a man like Adriano Giordano, a man with enough power to crush me without so much as lifting a finger

AZZURRA I knew my weakness. Adriano. Adriano GiordanoNo matter how much I wanted to pretend Adriano’s games didn’t affect me, the truth was impossible to ignore. My body still felt the heat of his presence, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin like a cruel reminder. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. I curled into myself, shutting my eyes, hoping sleep would give me a brief escape. But my mind refused to let go of him. Of the way he had looked at me. The way he had spoken to me, possessive and filled with lust. The way he pumped his seed into that woman made me wish I was the one. I had lain there behaving like a wanton whore starved of sex.Eventually, exhaustion won. And then the dream came. I was in his arms. Warm, safe, held against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, overwhelming. He wasn’t saying anything, but his grip on me tightened, as if I belonged there. As if I was meant to be there. I wanted to figh

Azzurra's POV I followed the men through the halls of the massive estate, my heart beating fast in my chest. It had been three weeks since I arrived, yet somehow, I had never stepped foot in the west wing. The air was cooler here, the halls quieter, the atmosphere heavier. It felt like walking into enemy territory, and maybe that was exactly what it was.They led me into a large waiting room. It was nothing like the other rooms I had been in—this one was grand yet cold, the high ceilings making it feel like a throne room rather than a place to sit and wait. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, the floors were polished marble, and a massive chandelier hung overhead, casting a dim golden glow. The entire space was designed to intimidate.At the center of the room, seated on an elegant chair that looked like a throne, was a woman. She was in her late thirties, dressed in an expensive, perfectly tailored dress. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and on her wrist was a si