All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ADRIANO After Azzurra stepped out of the car, I leaned back against the seat, letting out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.She probably regretted everything already. Hell, maybe I should too, but I didn’t.I felt…satisfied.Not just because I’d had her again. No. There was something twistedly comforting about knowing I was the only one who got to touch her like that.If—no, when she got pregnant, there’d be no going back. She’d belong to me. Permanently.But first… there was a more pressing issue to deal with.My mother.The Luna.She hated women like Azzurra.Poor background, too loud, too stubborn, and worst of all, irresistible and it wasn’t surprising.A woman like Azzurra had nearly destroyed my mother’s marriage once upon a time. Of course she saw the pattern, and as always, she acted fast.I walked straight to her office, jaw tight with irritation. The guards nodded and stepped aside as I pushed open the heavy wooden doors without knocking.She sat by the window, sippi

ADRIANO “She asked for a day off?” Leonardo’s voice broke the quiet in my office, dry with disbelief as he leaned against the edge of my desk like he owned the place.I didn’t look up from the screen on my tablet.A red dot blinked back at me,Azzurra’s tracker. She was still at her childhood home, same coordinates for the last hour. Laughing, maybe, or catching up with her sisters while pretending she wasn’t mine.“Yeah,” I said flatly.Leonardo raised a brow. “And you said yes?”“I’m not a fucking tyrant,” I muttered.“Bullshit,” he shot back. “Since when do you heed requests? Especially from people who’ve disrespected you, or let’s say, scratched more than just an itch.”My jaw flexed. I didn’t rise to the bait.“I just thought she deserved a few hours,” I said instead, keeping my tone neutral. “She hasn’t asked for anything since she got here. I figured…” I trailed off.“You figured?” Leonardo asked, his voice sharp with amusement. “You figured she earned it?”“She’s with her fami

ADRIANO I stood beside her hospital bed, arms crossed, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. The nurses said she was stable now, but the oxygen tube strapped to her face made my jaw clench every time I looked at it. She looked too pale, too still. And the bruises across her skin—it made something primal growl in my chest.The doctor had told me she’d pull through. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to know she was safe, truly safe. That no bastard could ever touch her again.When the second nurse confirmed she’d be okay through the night, I finally stood and left. My men were outside the hospital room, standing like statues. I turned to Marco, my second-in-command, tonight.“No one gets near that door unless they want to die. Got it?”He nodded. “Yes, boss.”I gave Azzurra one last glance through the glass, then turned and walked down the hallway. My blood was boiling beneath my skin, and there was only one thing that could settle it.Those fuckers who laid a hand on her… They were m

AZZURRA I wasn’t supposed to feel this much.Not for him.Not after everything.Not after the names he called me. The way he pushed, pulled, and played me like I was just another piece on his fucked-up chessboard.But nearly bleeding out in some godforsaken alley, thinking I might die without seeing his face again? Yeah. That’ll screw with your head.And apparently… his too.The hospital discharged me with enough painkillers to knock out a horse and the kind of sympathy you usually reserved for puppies hit by cars. My body still ached like hell, but I was alive. Barely.Adriano didn’t say a word on the drive back. Just his hand clenched on the steering wheel, jaw tight, knuckles white. The silence between us was loud, buzzing like electricity.He helped me out of the car when we got to the villa, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he steadied me. One arm around my waist, the other grabbing my overnight bag like it didn’t weigh a damn thing.“You don’t have to carry me,” I muttered, h

LEONARDO The bass was pounding, the lights were too damn bright, and the air reeked of overpriced cologne and desperation.I nursed my drink, something bitter and barely alcoholic wishing I’d stayed in the compound.Clubs like this were supposed to distract a man, not make him feel like he was slowly drowning in his own disinterest.I leaned against the back of the VIP booth, watching the chaos unfold on the dance floor. Drunken laughter, bodies grinding, and music vibrating through the walls. But me? I felt nothing. Not even a flicker.My thoughts, as usual, betrayed me.Adriano.The Alpha, the bastard, the poor bastard. He’d fallen. Hard. No matter how much he tried to hide it behind cold glares and threats, the man was besotted with her. That little thief. That girl who stumbled into our world like a storm and somehow made it her own.She had him wrapped around her fucking finger, and the worst part? He liked it.I scoffed and sipped again.I wondered how Luna Vienna would take t