All Chapters of The Devil's Little Angel : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ROMAN'S P. O. V At first, it was rage.I had wanted to kill something. Someone. I barked out orders, stormed into the staff quarters, and started a ruckus; I stayed up at night at my gym, pouring my rage into the punching bag until I tore it. I had smashed my fist into a wall and left my knuckles bleeding; I would have set the world ablaze if it could bring her back to me.But that anger didn't last; It turned into something else. Regret, maybe. Grief? Seems like it. Whatever it was, it was a bone-deep ache that pressed me like a titanic weight. I could hardly breathe with it. It killed me with the indispensable need to feel her near me again, even if she won't speak to me, even if she won't smile my way, just knowing that she's here and knowing that she's safe, just breathing in the same space, I could try to be content with that.Now… as in this very moment, it’s something darker, not the darkness that burns; in a way, it's quieter. Like a deep void I've lost myself in. I don't kno

CALISTA'S P. O. VIt was my first time on the streets of Toledo.Day nine. Nine days with my life playing before my eyes like it belonged to somebody else.I pulled Aunt Lena's coat tighter around me. “Come on Calista.” She said with a smile as we rounded around the street. “This way”I nodded my head once, following behind her wild locks of deep blue.Toledo didn't feel much different from Chicago. Maybe it wasn't the same, but it did feel like much to me.The sky was still grey, and the breeze was still cold. Buildings lined the streets, and people moved with the same hurried focus, coffees in their hands, children in tow, babies in strollers, cars honking, dogs barking, ducks quacking, people talking, feet moving, children singing, babies crying, wind blo.....“Are you alright Calista?” Aunt Lena's nasal voice snapped me out of my thoughts I blinked, my mind snapping back to time. “Yes, yes I'm fine,” I answered. “Where are we going again?”She smiled at me like she knew I was mo

CALISTA'S P.O.VIt was all a misconception. I didn't know where that left us, even though Roman hadn't cheated on me, Coraline was a presence in his life. She had only been able to go into his study because he let her into our home in the first place Roman had only given me one answer, but I had a dozen other questions. Is he willing to make me the only woman in his life? Is he ready to open up his heart and tell me what disturbs his sleep? Can he love me back? Questions that tangle into a whimper as he kisses the slope between my breasts, featherlight kisses, the kind that told me he was still holding back. “I want you, Roman,” I whispered to the space in between us, my nipples tightening to tiny rocks. I didn't just want Roman inside of me. I wanted him whole, I wanted the man, the one whose heart cracked enough for me to see the vulnerability, the pain, and longing from being away. I want the Roman who cares for me. “Kiss me like you mean it.” I requested, my breath comin

CALISTA'S P.O.VWe lay together, savoring the warmth of our bodies tangled in a mess of tired limbs.“Come home” Roman whispered into my hair.Home.He was home. Anywhere he was, he was home. “Everyone is waiting for you” Roman continued. “Nonna is on the verge of slitting my neck. Lucas is more sober these days and Lilian...” He stalled.My head shot up from his chest “How's Lilian?” There was an ache in my chest now as I remembered my friend, Nonna, and Lucas.I had left without a proper goodbye, leaving them confused and worried.Roman let out a long breath. He took a strand of my hair and swirled his finger around it. ”She's ... She misses you, but Alberto is holding her up.”My stomach churned. I had left Lilian without even thinking to say goodbye. What kind of friend am I? She was the first friend I made in Roman's Villa. And I knew our friendship was dear to her.Who would she turn to now?The last part of Roman's words slowly registered in my head. “Alberto?”Roman huffed o

ALBERTO’S P.O.V It would take a miracle, a scientific breakthrough, and a hundred cups of tea, to get Roman to calm down. He's been pacing since we left Toledo. I kept quiet, while he groveled; he didn't need words; he needed her. The pain would eat him alive until he was with her again, And so I leaned back into the chair in his study, after all, who else knew the pain better than I? I watched Roman fist his hands, strode up and down his study, most likely ignorant of my presence. Roman had kept me from losing my shit all those years ago, when my heart was ripped from my body, when my world came crashing down before my eyes. The ache in my chest that had settled long ago throbbed again. It started as a small pain, something I had thought would fade away as the years passed, but it only grew heavier with each day. Back then, we were young, Roman hadn't been Capo yet, if he was, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did, maybe I wouldn't have lost a part of my sou