All Chapters of The Devil's Little Angel : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CALISTA. The reaction I expected never came. Normally, the second I mentioned my name, any person tied to the Cappellucci familia should have gagged me, bound me, and thrown me into the boot of their car. This man only stared at me with unreadable eyes. Beautiful eyes though.God, I'm drunk.“You are Calista?” He finally spoke.“Yes, I am,” I answered calmly. Why aren't you trying to tie me up and offer me to your Capo? I thought inwardly. “Let's have a seat.” He said as he pulled out a chair for me. I stood still, transfixed. “Did you hear what I just said?” I couldn't help but ask. His lips twitched at the corners and I had to draw my head back in surprise. “Yes. I did. You're Calista Vitela and you're in my bar. Now sit.” It was the sheer command in his tone that had been planting my ass down, but I didn't shut up. Maybe it was my nervousness, or maybe it was in alcohol in my system.“Do you know you can get killed by the Cappellucci Familia for letting a Vitale into your b

CALISTATrepidation made my insides churn as Romans drove us in his Lamborghini back to Evanston, followed by some of his men. I didn't know what his plan was, but my gut told me it was no good. I glanced at the man beside me. Romano. It felt surreal to think that he was my husband when I knew nothing but his infamous reputation and his name. A strange feeling tightened my chest, but I reminded myself that this was the only way for me to escape Matteo. After shooting him, he would have made my life hell. I couldn't run away. I had tried it before, but I was found, and the days that followed after I ran were a living nightmare. I took a deep breath to calm my nervousness. It was almost noon, Matteo would be going half mad trying to find me, and me and my stepmother would be happy with me being away. I knew they couldn't hurt me now that I was Mrs Cappellucci; there were laws guiding the mafia, and our Cost Nostra was a thing to be honored, but I was scared regardless. However, the

CALISTA'S P.O.VIn one day, I made two most reckless decisions of my life. First, marrying a man whom I barely know, then agree to not touch said man for a month. That couldn't be difficult, considering he has an ego the size of Jupiter. I would rather eat grass than eat my words. If anything happens between me and Roman, he'd be the one who made the move first. My pride was at stake here. “Callie.” Roman offered his outstretched hand to me. “We're home.”I stared in wonder at the massive villa in front of us, regal golden iron gates and ivy climbing along the walls, its rich cream paint was a stark contrast to the gray manor I had grown up in. “Home” I repeated in a whisper. The words seemed foreign to me.Roman placed a hand on the small of my back. I shivered involuntarily and resisted the urge to lean into his touch. “Yes, Callie. Home ” There was a touch of wistfulness to his voice, I didn't know why but we just stood there, basking in the comfortable silence, even after his

ROMAN'S P. O V. CAZZO! Alberto always has the worst timings. If it weren't for the dammed call, I'd still be with Callie right now. Fúck!I was known for having a firm ground, I wasn't easily swayed by women, but when I walked into our room, and seeing Callie in that gorgeous red dress, all I could think of was how prettier it would be polled around her feet, while I explored and marked every slope and curve of her body.Double Fúck!I took a sharp turn towards my casino- The Phoenix, where Alberto had called me about an Irish mob situation. His call was both helpful and frustrating.Frustrating because It brought my time with my wife to a halt, and helpful because I'm losing my goddamned mind!I made a bet and so easily was I ready to tap out just in was less than fifteen hours. Romano Cappellucci never lost, Romano Cappellucci never backed down from anything, yet I'm going against the reputation I've built for myself.“Move!” I blared my horn at the car in front of me before over

ROMAN'S P.O.VTWENTY YEARS AGO.“Come here Romano.” Papa gestured to me. He sat behind his oak desk, a permanent scowl etched on his face. I walked slowly towards him, my eyes focused and sharp. He took a long draw of his cigar, letting the smoke twirl in front of me. My eyes watered, and I felt the urge to cough, but I didn't. If I did, Papa would use his belt on me. “What is it I hear?” Elio Cappellucci asked with a deep frown.My throat bobbed, I knew where this was going, but I tried to show no sign of fear. Fear was a weakness I could not afford.“I'm sorry Papa. I will get it right next time.” The word barely left my mouth when Elio's angry hand connected with my face. I heard the thunderous sound, before feeling the impact - white hot pain.Tears gathered in the back of my eyes, but I couldn't cry; the first and only time I did, Papa beat me up; he said he was getting rid of all my tears. I believe it worked.Elio stood up from his leather seat with much force, it went flying