Todos os capítulos de HER SAVIOR, THE DEVIL: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 29

Thea couldn’t… wouldn’t let Damiano touch her. Not now, not ever again.“Stay away! I don’t need your help!” Thea yelled at him. She leaned away, pulling back so violently that she lost her footing, crying out as she fell. Damiano, blessed with quick reflexes, grabbed her wrist and held on tight.“Piccola!” For a split second, Thea dangled in midair, nothing beneath her but the beach and crashing waves. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, and she squeezed tight. Somehow, she knew that he would save her, no matter what his feelings towards her were. Damiano hauled her back up from over the edge, pulling her onto her feet and into his arms. Thea shuddered as her body came into contact with his. Even wet, he was big and solid. And so very overwhelming. She collapsed against him, needing, craving warmth, security, and safety. His arm was wrapped around her tightly, holding her firmly against him. He felt good. Warm. Real. For a

“I won’t sign a thing! I will never abandon my son!” Thea said, in a shaky but determined voice. She sat as far from him as she could on the limousine’s black leather seat.“Lawry is too small… You cannot take him away from me. He still needs his mommy.” Thea was upset… She kept staring out the tinted window. Damiano had expected that reaction. Nothing that happened that day had surprised him. He’d just turned her world upside down… as they’d both known he would.“I see.” Damiano gave her a long look and saw her little frame shaking. She was in shock. Water kept dripping from her thick sweater and the ends of her hair, and her teeth chattered, even though the heater blasted hot air all over them. He found the temperature stifling, but left the heater on high for her, thinking it was the least he could do, considering the circumstances.“Would you like to go to your place and change?” he asked gently.“No. I’m fine.”“Okay. Marco, take us to the airport,” he

Thea stood inside the jet’s bedroom, listening to the door close softly behind her, knowing it was but a whisper of sound and yet, inside her head, it resonated with the force of a prison cell door. Inside her head, Thea heard the sound of a key turning, locking. She was in so much trouble. And she’d brought all this trouble down on Lawry’s head, too. They were now on their way to Taormina, in Sicily. The home of the Chiaramontes, and the center of their power. No allies, no friends… But spies everywhere... Thea was sure about that. Yes, she was about to walk into the lion’s den. In a few hours, she and Lawry will meet the entire family. She will come face to face with Giorgiana Chiaramonte, Damiano’s mother. Even if Damiano was the head of the family, Thea knew who really was… the boss. Trapped… She was trapped. And the worst of it was that Damiano didn’t know who she really was, nor could she let him discover the truth. God only kne

Silver, gold, or cream?! Something celebratory for this insanity? Thea fumed in her bedroom as she confronted her open suitcase.“The hell with you and your celebration, Damiano Chiaramonte!” she exclaimed. He was out of his mind, no question about it! The power had clearly gone to his head. There was no way she was going to dress up in a sparkly party dress for their vows. Because this wasn’t a special occasion, and she had nothing to celebrate. She looked among the few clothes she had in her suitcase, and just then, a slight smile appeared on her lips.“But since you’re insisting on getting married, since you’re forcing my hand… Fine! Be careful what you wish for, signor Chiaramonte, because you might get it!” Damiano might have all the money and the power, he might have the upper hand, but she would not meet him dressed like a shiny doll. Not a chance! She would dress for the occasion… her way. Which