All Chapters of The Devil's Inferno: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALMA Hours passed, three days passed. But Lazzaro never returned. His absence insanified me as much as his presence did. The thought of him being with Tania was what even made me more crazy. I hated him. I didn’t want him near me. But at the same time, a part of me craved even the smallest piece of him. Just a taste. God, I was losing my mind. I kept asking Mario where Lazzaro had gone, but he wouldn’t answer me. I asked the other men inside the manor for answers also, but it was like they had all sworn to secrecy. Truth be told, they had all sworn to secrecy, with their blood and their lives. I was just here, not knowing my purpose here. I woke up every day, wishing it would be the day Lazzaro would return. I wanted to see my family. I wanted to ask my father to his face why he sold me off. I wanted to hold and hug my mother tightly. I had not been able to properly grieve my sister’s death. I needed closure with my family. But there was so little that could be done with Lazzaro’s

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous. I had been out for days, trying to figure out the motherfucker that sent those bastards to kidnap her. The last guy that I intentionally left alive to question took his own life before I could get anything from him. The mistake I made was not searching his body for weapons, so when he woke up, he cut the rope that was used to tie his hands behind the chair loose with a pocket knife he had in his back pocket. Fortunately, I figured out that he had cut himself loose before he could escape the building. But the moment my men caught him and tried to take him back to the chair, he suddenly used that same knife to slit his throat, taking his own life. Whoever sent him probably had a huge leverage against him—most probably his family’s li

ALMA Before I could stop myself, I was already running out of Zita’s room, sprinting down the staircase and rushing out front. “Stop!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran towards them. “Stop, please.” Heads turned in my direction. The look in Lazzaro’s eyes was dark and cold. “Alma, get back inside!” my father yelled at me. “Take a single step backwards and I will pull this trigger!” Lazzaro growled, his gun still pointing at Father. “You wouldn’t dare!” Fabio spat. “Stop. Please. All of you. I beg you,” I screamed as I cautiously walked towards them until I was standing between Lazzaro and Papa. “Alma, get out of the way,” Papa yelled. I stretched out my arms, my gaze darting between the both of them. “Lower your guns. Please. I beg you. No one else has to die today.” My gaze lingered on my father as I muttered, “please.” “I am not letting him take you away,” Papa groaned. “We have already shook hands on this, Lamberto. You cannot back out. Unless...” Lazzaro groane

LAZZARO “Tania, go ahead. I’ll meet you there,” I told her. I don’t want her listening in on my business. I didn’t trust her. She’s not born of a Mafia family, but she’s well connected with a lot of Mafia bosses, and even some of the feds. I used to use her to get information from the feds and other Mafia bosses, but I don’t trust her anymore. She could be working for someone else right now and I wouldn’t even know. She hesitated for a moment before nodding and walking away. I returned my attention to Mario. “What is it?” I asked him immediately, hoping it’s not so much of a problem. “Our goods have been seized at the shore!” he said exasperatedly, running his finger through his hair in frustration. “Fuck!” I groaned and stomped my foot on the floor. My hands went akimbo and I sighed before asking, “Our men?” “They managed to get away. One of them sustained a gunshot injury. But he’ll be fine though,” he told me. “Lila Monroe.” Rage vibrated through me as I groaned. I knew it

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him. He stared at me for a few more moments, desire burning within the depth of his eyes, before abruptly jerking away from me. “Fuck!” He groaned again in frustration as he turned around and walked towards the bathroom. I subconsciously licked my bottom lip as I watched his retreating figure. Everything about him was so fucking hot. His toned body turned me on like crazy. Every scar on his body made