All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

Renz's PovI woke up to silence.Thick. Cold. Endless. The kind that presses against your chest till you forget what air feels like. My head spun as I blinked, trying to tell if my eyes were open or shut. The dark was that deep.The cell smelled of mold, metal, and blood that wasn’t just mine.For a second, I couldn’t tell if I was alive or buried.My head throbbed. My throat burned.It came back slowly—the chains, the fall, Malachi’s voice. The promise of hell.And now this—silence.But they were wrong.They could lock my body, not my will. I was alive—and that meant I could still hate.I sat up, hands trembling, feeling the rough stone beneath me.Days passed—or maybe hours. The dark swallowed everything, time had no meaning here.No window, no sound, just that steady drip of water in the corner—slow, mocking.The only thing that reminded me I was still human was the sound of footsteps. Once a day, maybe twice, a guard would bring food—hard bread, cold soup. Just enough to keep me

Marco's PovAfter the night with Camila, leaving became harder than ever. Still, I couldn’t stay. I had work to finish. I and a few of my men boarded a flight straight to Italy, the city lights shrinking behind us.Gabe was wrong. Freezing our cards? That wouldn’t stop anything. Not me. Not this.I ran through all the possibilities in my head. The only way forward was to convince Malachi that Renz was done. And he had to kill Renz himself.It made me uneasy at first. The thought of it… it scared me. But nothing would end if it wasn’t brought to an end.Disguised as a delivery guy, I moved carefully, blending in. I listened, just enough to catch the chatter. Malachi’s men, careless, greedy for insults. That was enough. From their mouths, I got Renz’s location.Solitary confinement. I thought about that as we drove—how cruel Malachi could be. He was a man who never held back, not even his anger. The deal was done—so what more did he want from Renz?“Did you see the new guy swing at us?”