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

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself. By the time the reception began, I was drowning myself at the open bar. I couldn’t survive the night sober. “Something strong,” I told the bartender, my eyes drifting toward my sister. Zita stood beside her husband, smiling for the guests. But when her gaze flicked to me, the sadness in her eyes made my chest cave in. It was a silent cry for help

LAZZARO VISCONTI That 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 and sister had died as a result, leaving me with the responsibilities of a mob boss at seventeen. I never forgave those responsible for their deaths, 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 takin

LAZZARO I 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. Ju

ALMA “Do not mistake my leniency, patience, or mercy for weakness.” Lazzaro’s voice reverberated through the room. I closed my eyes, my voice shaking with fear and fury as I spoke, “do it!” If his plan was to kill me then it was better he did it now to ease me of whatever pain and suffering he had in store for me. Cold sweats ran down my spine as I awaited my end, but it never came. Instead, he pulled the gun away and took a few steps backwards. My eyes snapped open, tears glistening in them. “I’m not killing you, Alma. At least not before our wedding,” he muttered, his intense gaze fixed on me. “I don’t know whatever you think, but I am not marrying my sister’s murderer. So, it is better you kill me now. Or else…” I took a step closer to him, hatred filling my chest, “I promise you, Lazzaro, I will get back at you for what you did to Zita. I will make sure you do not get away with it.” At the mention of my sister, grief hit me all over again with its iron fist, and my eyes

LAZZARO The hacker, Elias, called me back thirty minutes later. “She was kidnapped. Black SUV,” he told me when I picked up the call. “What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, screeching the car to a stop. “I traced the car to the outskirts of the town until I lost track because there were no surveillance cameras around there. But I checked the map of that area and found out that there is an abandoned warehouse there. That’s most likely where they took her.” “How many men?” I groaned. “I only saw two. I don’t know how many of them were inside the car,” he responded. “Send me the address!” I groaned and ended the call. After he sent the address, I quickly called Mario. “Get about ten of our men ready. Alma was kidnapped. We are going there to rescue her. I’ll text you the address now. Meet me there.” “Boss, don’t go alone. Wait for us to—” I ended the call before he could finish his sentence. I had to get to Alma and save her before anything happened to her. It was only I who could hu