บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Little Angel : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ROMAN'S P.O.VThere had been a moment, that one moment when I saw my Calista.Not the one who had learned how to steel her spine and act nonchalantly towards me, but the one who I gave a tour of New York, the girl who danced with me like the world belonged to us, the one I couldn't resist when I saw her at my bar.But she was gone in a moment, her chin lifted, and her eyes blazed with defiance.The ache that pounded in my chest was so heavy, so foreign, I didn't even know how to start fighting it, it throbbed in my veins, in my blood, in my fucking soul.I wanted something from her. Heck, anything!If Callie had as much as whispered my name or looked me in the eye with something more than anger and indifference, I would have run down the stairs, ordered Coraline to rot in hell, swept my wife off her feet, and carried her back to our room, where I would worship every inch of her body.Fuck it.The ache in my heart turned so heavy that I had to fist my hand over my chest as if that woul

ROMAN'S P.O.VI almost took her.Almost.Right there in the kitchen, I almost lost the last thread of the fraying self-control I’d been clinging to and took her, bent her over the damn counter, and claimed her like an animal.Like the madman, she's been turning me into for days now.I heard her laughing with Lucas and Jesus Christ; it was like a siren's call—stronger even. I pulled at my heart and dragged my feet till I was standing behind her.Needy, starved, and fúcking desperate.The way my Callie smelled was sweet, warm, inviting, and the softest kind of sin. Her little sighs when I held her waist, the way her body stiffened at first then relaxed, the way she leaned back into me like there wasn't a long stretch of tension and unresolved issues between us. It was everything. She's everything.I could have devoured her. But I didn’t.Because my Callie deserves more than being touched by a man who is broken on the inside. A man who can't give fully her the affection and love she need

ROMAN'S P. O.VThe Phoenix wasn't just any casino; it was where the men of the Outfit operated, A kingdom I ruled. A kingdom I decided who walked out alive from. I checked my phone for messages from Riccardo. Calista doesn't know it yet, but Riccardo isn't just a chauffeur to drive her around, he's a highly skilled bodyguard. I made sure he was watching over her to be safe. The second I stepped in, the air shifted.My men flanked the walls, their postures tight, faces grim, hands close to their weapons at all times. The music was low as people made their bets and gambled. Every nerve in my body was on alert, The Phoenix was filled with the chime of slot machines and the low hum of whispered bets. Dealers in tailored black suits moved with purposeful precision behind VIP tables and high-stakes poker rooms.I had private elevators guarded by my men that led to the upper suites, rooms no regular guest would ever see. That’s where real business happened. Where empires were sealed and d

CALISTA'S P.O.VThe old photography studio served as an office, a showroom, and an event planning base. Lilian and I were still knee-deep in the process of getting things ready, Painting the walls, making the first designs, building the business from scratch, sourcing for first clients, and all of that.I have never been this excited about something in my entire life, and at the same time, I've never been more terrified too. Both emotions tugged me constantly. It was like standing at the edge of something huge, feeling that sweet thrill coursing through your body and also knowing that you could fall to your death.But I put those thoughts aside. Tonight was a dinner party Roman was hosting to celebrate the men in the outfit. It's also the night where they all get to see the wife of Romano Cappellucci. Nonna had come to me early evening, prepping me up about who was who and who was not. Lucas, I hadn't seen all day, and Roman…since the kitchen incident, I've avoided him like the plagu

ROMAN'S P.O.VI didn’t look like I was party-ready. My collar was still undone, my sleeves rolled, and my eyes bloodshot from yet another sleepless night. Truth be told, I didn’t give two fucks.The endless necessities and preparations that followed organizing the party made me want to punch a hold in the wall. Luckily for me, Alberto had taken over handling most of the things, but I still felt the tension, too.This dinner party was a mistake. A pathetic way to make Calista look at me again, anything that would get her to drop her cold shoulders. My attention-starved and desperate mind thought making her jealous would bring her back to wanting me.But now, with everything set and the hour drawing close, the obvious pettiness of it all made me want to flip my desk over.It was nearly time for the evening to begin; I knew guests were beginning to arrive now; I should probably go downstairs and welcome them, maybe just after another shot of whiskey.I poured myself a finger and tossed