Semua Bab The Devil's Inferno: Bab 1 - Bab 5

ALMA MARTELLII never wanted to get married. Marriage in the Mafia symbolized a business deal, not a union of love. Women were at the greatest disadvantage, their futures sold off, forced to cater to husbands who saw them as property. For the rest of their lives. That was not the life I wanted for myself.However, today, my only sister, Zita, was going to be locked in her own velvet coffin. She was getting married to Enzo Bianchi—a ruthless man who killed like a machine. And the deep ache in my chest wouldn’t stop hurting.Zita was standing in front of a floor-length mirror, staring at her pitiful reflection. She looked beautiful in her sparkling white dress, but that shine wasn’t reflecting in her eyes. I dreaded the day that it would be me standing soullessly in a pretty wedding dress like that.“Do you think we would ever love each other?” she asked me, her eyes red with sadness as she continued staring at herself.“I can’t tell.” I snuck up to her, embracing her from behind as w

LAZZARO VISCONTIThat woman had caught my attention in an instant, and I couldn’t help but go find out who she was—something I had never done before. Women came to me, longed for me to fuck them, and not the other way around. But Alma? She was different.I was getting disturbingly attracted to her until I found out that she was a Martelli—a family I had longed to wipe out. Ten years ago, my family and hers had a terrible feud, causing the death of several members from both sides. My father had died as a result, leaving me with the responsibilities of a mob boss at seventeen. I never forgave those responsible for his death, and I had vowed to wipe out the entire family when the time came.Reports came to me that Zita Martelli was the only Martelli who had died in the attack earlier, and I had almost had a hard-on at that wonderful news. I didn’t know who had launched the attack, as I had only spotted it just before it occurred, but I had been grateful to them for taking only the bride

LAZZAROI couldn’t wait to fuck and ruin that woman. She was so sexy that I could barely control myself around her. One thing that I knew was that I would never force myself on her. I never forced myself on women; they always begged to have a piece of me. And Alma was no different.It might take a while, but she would beg for me, and I would do her as I pleased. I would fuck her, mess her up, and make her father watch as she withered away right before his eyes. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.Talking about Lamberto, I had agreed to meet up with him at one of the restaurants owned by my family—one of the many establishments we used to wash money. I got there before him and settled in one of the seats with my legs crossed and a file on the table before me.I lifted my wrist and checked the time on my clock. There was one minute left until the time we had agreed to meet, and I made a mental note to kill him if he came late or, even worse, if he dared stand me up.Just a