Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil Has Feelings Too : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

AzzurraWhen morning came, he didn’t want to let me go.Adriano’s arms were wrapped around my waist, his breath soft against my neck, his hold firm like he was afraid I’d disappear if he loosened up even a little.“Just a few more minutes,” he murmured, voice hoarse from sleep.I turned slightly, brushing my fingers through his hair. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, skin paler than usual, the bruises and scratches still healing.“You didn’t eat anything yesterday,” I said softly, kissing his temple. “I need to get you something before you pass out on me again.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not.”I tried to move, but he groaned and buried his face into the crook of my neck like a sulky child. “Fuck breakfast.”I chuckled, even though part of me was worried. He had this stubborn habit of ignoring his body, like it was some enemy he had to conquer.“Let me go, Adriano. Just for a little while. I’ll bring it to you myself, okay?”He finally let go, though it looked like it physica

AzzurraFor hours, I stayed by his side. The maids brought food and water, but I ignored all of it. I didn’t want anything but to sit with him, to see him awake, to feel his fingers twitch in mine from time to time. That was enough for me.Then one of the maids returned, one I barely knew. Her name was Carla or something close.She bowed her head slightly. “Luna Vienna is asking for you.”I blinked at her. “She’s what?”“She wants you to come. She said it’s important.”My stomach turned a little. I didn’t know what the hell Luna Vienna wanted. Maybe she wanted to scold me for not letting anyone near Adriano or maybe she thought I’d overstepped my place.I looked back at Adriano.He was asleep again, his breathing steady. For once, I didn’t feel like he was going to disappear the second I looked away.So I stood up and followed the maid out.We walked through the quiet hallways of the mansion. Every footstep echoed like a heartbeat. The walls were clean and cold, paintings staring down

AdrianoAzzurra’s footsteps, followed by Leonardo’s and the rest of the men, faded down the hallway. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the silent room. The quiet was almost suffocating after the flurry of activity.My body felt like a sack of rocks, every muscle aching, every bone screaming. But my mind? My mind was sharper than it had been in days.Irena. Vengeance.That shit was personal, alright. But Leonardo was right, it reeked of a setup. No way was that quiet maid the mastermind. Someone pulled her strings. Someone used her. And I was going to find out who the fuck it was.A few minutes later, Leonardo returned. He didn’t bother knocking, just eased the door open and slipped inside, closing it softly behind him. He looked tired, his usual easy smirk replaced by a grim line.“They’re setting up a more secure perimeter,” he said, pulling a chair closer to the bed and slumping into it. He ran a hand over his face. “Goddamn mess.”“You think she killed herself, Leo?” My vo

Azzurra My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. Adriano. It had to be him. Who else would have the audacity, the sheer power, the utter nerve t just walk into my family’s fucked-up life and… fix it? Not just fix it, but demolish the problems and build something entirely new from the ground up. I watched the workers, these silent, efficient people, transform our broken home. They carefully lifted the shattered remains of our old, cheap furniture and carried them out, replacing them with solid, dark wood pieces that looked like they belonged in a mansion, not our tiny, run-down house. They swept up the last of the glass, polished the floor until it gleamed, and then started arranging the new appliances. The new fridge hummed with a quiet, powerful energy I’d never heard from an appliance before. The television was so big, it practically took up an entire wall. Sofia was still clutching the letter, her eyes wide, tears starting to well up. Valerian, after her initial shock, w

AdrianoThe days after Azzurra returned were a blur of intense work and stolen moments. Every time I looked at her, I felt that familiar jolt, that need to protect her and that need grew stronger with each passing day. Leonardo knew it, too, he was usually the first to tease me, but even he got quiet when the topic of Antonio Bernadi came up."Still nothing, Adriano," Leonardo said one evening, tossing a file onto my desk. The sound of it landing was dull, just like the mood in the damn room. We were in my office, the city lights a distant glow outside the window. I had a glass of whiskey in my hand, but I hadn't touched it. It was late, and exhaustion was a constant companion."Another dead end?" I asked, my voice flat. I didn't need to open the file. I knew what it would say: no leads, no contacts, nothing. Fucking nothing."Yep. Bernadi's a ghost," Leonardo confirmed, running a hand through his hair. "It's like he vanished off the face of the goddamn earth. Every connection we had