All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AZZURRA I should stop this. I should push him away, remind him that his mother was still in the house, that this was reckless and impulsive, that this was the worst idea I’d ever had. But when Adriano kissed me again, I forgot how to think. His hands gripped my waist firmly, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. My breath came out in shallow pants as I tried to steady myself, but it was impossible with him this close. “This is a terrible idea,” I whispered against his lips, but my fingers betrayed me, curling into his shirt instead of pushing him away. “Then stop me,” he murmured, his voice dark and full of challenge. I didn’t. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he lifted me effortlessly and set me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but neither of us cared. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them just enough to make my breath hitch. Adriano let out a low, dark chuckle, his grip on me tightening. “I knew you wer

AZZURRA When Andrea said we were going shopping, I had groaned. But when she clarified that it was for Mia, I was pacified. Shopping for a little girl was different. It wasn’t going to be the usual ridiculous spree where Andrea dragged me from one expensive store to another, making me try on things I would never wear. At least, that’s what I thought. Hours later, I regretted everything. Andrea shopped for Mia like she would shop for herself. Designer dresses, custom-made shoes, and accessories that I didn’t even think a child needed. She even got the girl a tiny diamond bracelet. “Isn’t this too much?” I whispered as Andrea casually handed over a black card to the cashier, ignoring the ridiculous amount on the screen. She gave me a look like I had just spoken blasphemy. “Too much? She’s been wearing the same ugly clothes for God knows how long. Let her be a little princess for once.” I sighed. There was no winning against Andrea when she was like this. After we had enou

AZZURRA Andrea and I stood in front of Adriano’s desk like a pair of misbehaving children caught sneaking out past curfew. His face was thunderous, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the dark wood.“Do I even need to ask?” Adriano’s voice was tight with barely restrained anger. “Or are you two going to explain why the hell you couldn’t leave this house and come back without causing trouble?”Andrea folded her arms, her chin lifted defiantly. “It wasn’t exactly our fault—”“It never is,” Adriano cut in sharply, his icy eyes pinning her in place. “And yet, every damn time, you somehow find yourselves in the middle of chaos.”I stayed silent, letting Andrea take the brunt of his wrath. She had the bigger mouth, anyway.His gaze flickered to me, unimpressed. “And you. You ditched your guards.”Andrea scoffed. “We didn’t ditch them. We just—”“Escaped,” Adriano finished for her. “Like reckless idiots.”Andrea’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t deny it.Adriano sighed, rubbing hi

ADRIANO The docks were quiet. Too quiet. A storm was coming. I stepped out of the SUV, my men moving like shadows behind me, weapons already drawn. The warehouse stood ahead, its rusted metal siding peeling under the damp night air. Dim lights flickered inside, barely illuminating the figures shifting in the darkness. Picasso’s men. I counted at least ten stationed outside, their stances loose, lazy. They thought they were safe. They weren’t. I turned to Matteo. "On my mark." He nodded, signaling to the rest of the men. The safeties on our guns clicked off in unison. The plan was simple—hit them fast, hit them hard. No survivors. I raised my hand. Then I dropped it. Chaos erupted. Gunfire shattered the silence, ripping through the night like a violent symphony. The first shots took out two men before they even knew what was happening. The rest scrambled, shouting orders, diving behind crates for cover. I moved forward, firing clean, precise shots, each one

ADRIANO The club reeked of sweat, alcohol, and desperation. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the bass from the music pounded through my bones, making my already simmering anger pulse hotter. I wasn’t here for pleasure. I had a fucking job to do. Leonardo and I walked in, dressed in dark clothes to blend with the crowd, our presence unnoticed by the drunk fools grinding against each other like animals in heat. "Are you sure they’re making deals here?" Leonardo asked, scanning the room. "They wouldn’t be dumb enough to do it in my clubs," I muttered. "Which means they’re using someone else’s." There were whispers among my men, talk of drugs and weapons moving under my nose without my permission. I knew what happened to traitors, and soon, so would they. We moved towards the VIP section, where I had been told the transactions were happening, but before I could get far, something in the air shifted. A scent. Familiar. Sweet. Infuriating. I stopped dead in my tra