All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marco’s POVSmoke still clung to us when we burst into the car. My hands gripped the wheel, as fast as I could but my eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror. Renz sat in the back with Nyx wrapped tight against him. Blood soaked through his shirt, spreading fast across his back, but the bastard wouldn’t make a sound. His jaw stayed locked, and his focus was only on her.I’d seen him hurt before, But tonight… something was different. Not the men we lost. Not the explosion. Not even the glass that cut into his flesh, it was just her, his whole attention was on her.“Hold on, Renz,” I muttered, pressing harder on the gas.“I’m fine,” he cut me short with a firm voice and held Nyx tighter as if she were glass about to break. “Check her arm. She’s bleeding.” I pointed before he cursed at me for interrupting. Nyx shook her head quickly, tears streaking down her face. “I’m fine—it’s you! You’re bleeding too much!” She tried to press her hands against his wound, but he caught her wrists ge

Renz’s POV Leaving Nyx behind with Lord Bronco twisted something deep in my chest. Her eyes had lingered on me with a softness that was new, She even said I love you for the first time. Those words still lingered, raw and unpolished in my mind. Did she mean it? Or was it desperation?, a plea to hold me to her in a world tearing us apart? That whisper still echoed in my head as we left New York skies behind and descended into Miami’s heat. I forced myself to lock those thoughts away, because weakness had no place in what was coming. Marco met my silence with his usual questions. “What’s the next move, boss?” I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I leaned in and whispered the plan into his ear. His expression stiffened, a flicker of doubt clouding his eyes, but he nodded anyway. He never truly trusted my ideas—but he trusted me. And that was enough. “Call Bianca,” I said flatly. Marco obeyed without question, dialing her. “Report at Basque. You’re on assignment with the boss.” H

A call came just before dusk. Bronco’s voice was steady, as always, yet the words rattled through me like never before. “Renz is finished in Colombia,” he said. “He’ll be here for you soon.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My heart leapt, then sank just as quickly. Anger, relief, longing—they all warred inside me until I couldn’t tell what I felt anymore. Weeks of silence, of bruises and sweat, of nights where I whispered his name into the dark with no answer back… and now suddenly, he was coming. I wanted to scream at him for leaving me this long. I wanted to run to him and never let go. I didn’t know which desire would win when I saw him though. Lord Bronco kept studying me in silence, his sharp eyes cutting through whatever mask I tried to hold. “Tonight will be your last night of training,” he said at last and that was all.___That night, the air in the underground hall felt heavier than ever as he tied the blindfold tighter across my eyes. My breaths were too loud, my skin

Miami.The city felt different this time. The air was warmer, the streets sharper, and the silence inside my house heavier—like it knew what I had brought back with me.Yes, I took Nyx straight to my house. After Ricardo’s men attack at her place, it wasn’t safe for her to stay alone anymore. She didn’t argue. She just followed me in, quiet, looking around like she was trying to measure if she belonged here. Though it wasn't her first time in my house.She didn’t know it, but she was the first woman to ever step inside this place. The other women I used were for the night—clubs, hotels, places without memories. My house wasn’t for them. My house was for something else. Something I had convinced myself I’d never have.I didn’t share my room with Nyx though. She needed her space, and I gave it. Yet, I caught myself at night staring at the ceiling, thinking about her across the hall. Thinking about things I never let myself think about—like a wife, like kids, like a family that didn’t be

Renz's PovFor days, the thought had been gnawing at me. Every time I looked at Nyx, every time I touched her, it felt wrong to keep her tied to me under that damned contract. She wasn’t a mistress, not to me. Not anymore. She was the only woman who had slipped past the walls I’d built with pride, power, and poison. I couldn’t keep lying to her—or to myself. So, I made the decision. The contract would end. She would be mine, openly, even if her family questioned it, even if it meant I had to strip myself bare of the man I’d been all these years. Marriage still felt like a sharp word, one I wasn’t sure I could hold in my mouth without choking. But for the first time, it didn’t sound impossible. The plan had to be perfect. I wanted to tell her before she left for her parents. That way, she’d walk into that reunion carrying my truth, not the shadows of the contract. That’s what brought me here—standing outside Marco’s house. I hadn’t been here in ages. Usually, Marco came to me at ho