Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Little Angel : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

CALISTA'S P.O.V I was lighter on my feet today. More relaxed, more at ease, more comfortable in my skin, and if I were being honest, it was all because of my husband, Roman. He's been by my side like a watch keeper, his eyes always checking to make sure I'm alright, eating well, sleeping fine. If It wasn't for him, I would have long given in to the reflection in the shower glass and ended my life. Now, I don't see the reflection anymore, and sometimes, in some rare moments when I look into the mirror, I see what Roman sees in me. Someone strong, beautiful, and strong enough to endure all I have. So yes. I am strong. I am brave. I was barely seven when my mother looked me in the eye and told me that she loved me, but committed suicide an hour later. I didn't let that define me. My mother was trapped in a marriage she never wanted to be in, and she had a child she would otherwise not have chosen to have. My father had tolerated my existence, if only so he wasn't tagged ‘Childless’

CALISTA'S P.O.VThe rain felt good on my skin.How long had it been since I was under the rain?Ages? Longer?The droplets of rainwater touched my face like a hard kiss; they ran through my untied hair, soaking my dress until it clung to my body like a second skin. I was supposed to be shivering from the cold, but I wasn't. I loved the way it felt on my skin. Today, the clouds were gray and the sky dark. Roman and Alberto had gone to Phoenix for business, Lucas was out, so was Lilian, and Nonna had a charity event she had traveled for.Roman had reluctantly left home today. I overheard Alberto telling him about how his presence was needed, that the ‘Threat’ was more serious and getting closerMy stomach churned at that, so I knocked and entered his office. Those whiskey eyes had softened, the way they do only for me and it made my heart melt. Made my breath hitch.I asked what the ‘Threat’ was, and he exchanged a nervous glance at Alberto, who said it was an issue with the Irish Maf

CALISTA'S P.O.VHe settled in between my legs His rough hands braced my thighs apart so my pussy was Bare to Roman. Outside our bedroom window, rain poured down with force, but the storm raging inside our bedroom was harder...my heart slammed into my ribcage, beating fast. My stomach fluttered like hundreds of butterflies were trapped inside meRoman's eyes were filled with molten desire as he stared down at my sex, his chest heaving and his engorged shaft pressing into his stomachMy mouth watered at the length. It filled me with thrill and apprehension in equal measure.My body flamed with desire and more. I watched him lean down, my legs suspended in the air, my heart skipping a beat as a loud, uncontrolled scream ripped out from my lungs.My hands flew into his hair when Roman licked my slit, from top to bottom.“Callie,” he rasped in between my legs, his deep, rough voice making my flesh rumble. Roman's grip on my leg tightened as he spread them wide and wide to accommodate his

ALBERTO'S P.O.VWhen the first signs of her sickness hit, she came to me.I was in my house in the backyard of Cappellucci Villa when she came knocking on my door. She was always kind to me; she treated me like she would her own son.We grew up calling her Matron. I never knew how the name stuck, just that it had.I still don't know her real name.It was a rainy day too when Matron had visited my house, bringing those honey biscuits she'd give me and Roman occasionally as boys.I remember how her hands had trembled when she told me of her sickness—Alzheimer's.My heart ached for Matron, and also for the daughter in her care.Lilian.‘Promise me you'll take care of Lily while I'm away’ Matron had pleaded with me. She told me about how Lilian's mother left Lilian to get married, she told me that Lilian was all alone in the world, and she wanted her granddaughter to be safe. I didn't know why Matron chose me, but I accepted. I promised I'll look after Lilian, I promised I would take car

CALISTA'S P.O.VI was sore for days.And anytime I sat down, a soft hiss left my lips. I could still feel Roman inside me long after, my backside was raw, and my folds tender.It was good.And Roman...he's been giving me this smug smile ever since. Like he knows why I'm taking extra care while sitting or bathing.Smug bastard. He's lucky I love himRoman was going to work from his office at the casino today. He’d been falling behind on business lately because he spent too much time taking care of me instead.According to an unusually uptight Alberto, they had to go after Declan who had blown up one of the labs—againHe was playing a deadly game with Roman, taunting him and goading himToday, my husband was ready.Roman's presence was necessary to make a statement and instill fear in the Irish Mafia. In his words, they needed to ‘know the fear of Romano Cappellucci. The man who rules Chicago’Since he hadn't shown his face for a while, they came to the assumption that something was wro