All Chapters of PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

33 Chapters

1. The Devil Waiting Outside the Convent

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin.""Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?"***DIANAMy name's Diana Santoro, and if five years in a convent taught me anything, it's that the Mother Superior has a bullshit detector better than any police radar."DIANA!" Her voice cut through the garden like God himself decided to call me in for a personal reckoning. "GET OFF THAT WALL RIGHT NOW!"I nearly fell backward.Julia, my fellow nun-in-crime, choked on her wine, sprayed it all over my habit, and vanished into the trees like a startled cockroach. Left me completely alone. Traitor. Judas in a white veil."Coming, Mother!" I yelled, tossing the bottle over the wall without even looking. If some poor soul took that to the head, may God have mercy.I scrambled down, trying to wipe the wine off my habit, and there she was.Mother Teresa.Seventy years old, five feet of pure divine authority, staring at me like I was the walking embodiment of sin.Which I am, but that's beside the

Last Updated : 2026-03-19

2. One Night in Hell

ROCCOThe internet connection was absolute shit out here, which shouldn't have surprised me given we were in the middle of nowhere. Perfect spot for Alessandro to stash his sister, though. Play dead for five years, and who'd think to look in a godforsaken place like this?I glanced at her in the passenger seat—hadn't closed her eyes once—and thought: who knew she'd turned out this insufferable? Girl had beauty and a mouth to match. Who calls a Maserati a beat-up car?My eyes dropped to her mouth, then lower. She wasn't a kid anymore. Not even close. Full-grown woman, and easy on the eyes too.That arrogant stare, the way she carried herself—nothing like the brat I'd heard stories about.The silence was starting to get thick, so I broke it.“So. What's the plan now?”“Get married.” Flat. Bored. Eyes still on the window.“Married? That's... kind of sudden, don't you think?”“What were you expecting me to say?” She finally turned, one perfect eyebrow arched.“You just got out of a conven

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3. Those Thighs Around My Waist

ROCCOHot water ran down my back while I braced myself against the shower wall, trying to shake the noise in my head. Middle of the night. Dead quiet except for the water. Then I noticed something wrong—it was backing up, spilling over the shower ledge, making a wet trail toward the room.“You've got to be kidding me.”I killed the water, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist. Looked down. Clogged drain.Perfect. Just what I needed.Pulled the plunger from under the sink, crouched over the drain, and went to work. Pumped and released, pumped and released, trying to dislodge whatever was blocking it. A few minutes in—crack. The handle snapped right in my hand.“Are you fucking serious?” I tossed the broken piece aside. “Nothing in this shit room works.”I stood there, staring at the flooded bathroom. Water kept spreading, turning the whole thing into a soaked mess.“Can't believe I have to deal with this now.” Frustration building. Checked the clock on the wall—still hour

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4. She’s Trouble

ROCCOI woke to screaming.Shot out of bed, heart hammering, mind going straight to Giuseppina. Didn't even think—hand went to the nightstand, found the Beretta 92. Checked the clip. Safety. Moved with the precision they'd drilled into me over years in this life. Glock 19 in the back of my waistband, familiar weight against my spine.Out the door. Dark corridor. Silent steps to her room. Tried the handle—locked. Braced to kick it in, leg already raised—Another scream. Downstairs.Switched direction instantly. Took the stairs three at a time, adrenaline burning. Hit the lobby and saw it: some shithead with a ski mask trying to rob the place. Receptionist cornered, shaking.“The fuck is this?”He spun around. Eyes went wide when he saw me. Beretta steady in my hand, pointed right at his chest. I stepped forward, watching every twitch.“Drop the money and get out before I fill you with lead.” Low. Slow. Advancing.He hesitated. One stupid second of courage, made a move to run—

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5. A Crack in the Ice

DIANAI stared at the road stretching ahead while Rocco drove, that serious expression glued to his face. Two hours on the road. Not a single word from either of us. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but truth was—my ego was still bruised.I glanced at him. The way the muscles in his arm flexed when he turned the wheel. Couldn't deny it—he was hot. Really hot. Those tattoos only made it worse.But Jesus. What an ice king.Since we met, he'd been nothing but a wall. Not one laugh. Not one casual comment. Just orders. Orders. Orders. So annoying.I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept circling back. Does he ever relax? I'd pushed enough to know something was there—a spark he refused to acknowledge.I sighed, thinking about this morning. When he pulled my hand off his chest and told me to be ready in twenty minutes? My pride took a hit. Who did he think he was? The Cosa Nostra's answer to Brad Pitt? And why did it bother me so much?Another glance at him.

Last Updated : 2026-03-19

6. The Last Stop Before Italy

ROCCOBarcelona felt like a temporary relief, but the real test was still ahead. I navigated through the crowded streets, heading straight for the private airfield. Diana couldn't tear her eyes away from the window, drinking in every detail like she was seeing a real city for the first time.“Almost there,” I muttered. More to myself than her. The Maserati hummed along, but I could feel her curiosity buzzing beside me.“Oh my God, did you see that three-story Chanel?” She finally looked at me, eyes wide. “You know, before we head to Italy, we could totally catch a soccer game. I mean, we're in Barcelona.”I shot it down without looking at her.“No time, Diana.”She started in. Grabbed my arm. Shook it.“Rocco, please! Just one game! I've never seen one live!”I rolled my eyes. Regretted giving her any room at all.“Diana, there's a plane waiting for us. There is zero chance we're going off course for a soccer game just because we're in Barcelona.” Came out sharper than I mean

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7. You’re Playing With Fire

ROCCOShe let out this long sigh and made this over-the-top disappointed face. I looked down, watching the freckles on her cheeks and that auburn hair—almost red—catching the light. Fuck. This woman's beautiful no matter what.She noticed.The corner of her mouth lifted. Slow. Teasing."What?" She tilted her head, playing innocent. "Why are you looking at me like that?""Like what?""This..." Her fingers traced something in the air between us. "Like you're not sure if you're gonna kiss me... or kill me."My jaw tightened."If you knew what was going on in my head..." My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. "You wouldn't play with me like this."I shouldn't be looking at her like this. Those brown eyes locked on mine, her lips parted just enough to pull me in like a magnet.Shit. What the fuck am I thinking? She's Don's sister.I ran that through my head like five times. Didn't help. At all.A loud noise snapped me out of it."Was that your stomach?" I asked.Diana'

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8. This Is a Mistake

DIANANow I got it. Why Alessandro sent Rocco to bring me home.This man is worth ten men.The way he handled four armed guys in seconds—like it was nothing? Scared me? Yeah. But it also impressed me in a way I didn't know was possible.I'll admit it—when the shooting started, I was terrified. Since the day I ran from Italy, I hadn't heard gunfire, and it froze me solid. But watching Rocco move through them—precise, fast, lethal—I couldn't look away.Now I was watching him beside me, that hard expression on his face as he stared out the plane window. The cabin light caught half his face, leaving the other half in shadow, and holy shit... what a sexy face."Who do you think those men were?" I asked, barely above a whisper.He hesitated."Not sure yet. But one thing's for sure—they're not following us. You're completely safe with me."Once the plane leveled out, I looked out the window, watching Barcelona disappear. The fear went with it.I unbuckled and grabbed my bag."I'm

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9. FIRE

DIANAThe kiss started fierce—almost brutal—but then it shifted. Deeper. Slower. His lips were hot and demanding, his mint-flavored tongue exploring my mouth with a skill that left me dizzy. His body temperature ran high, almost feverish, and I could feel every tense muscle while he practically devoured me with his mouth.Jesus Christ.I felt his hands slide up my thighs, the skirt riding higher as he grabbed my ass. Hard. My panties? Soaked by now. My pussy clenching because I was fully aware I was sitting right on top of the hard length in his pants."This is what you want, isn't it?" He murmured it against my lips, voice low and dripping with want. "You want me to take you. Completely. No mercy?"I should've said it then. Should've told him I was a virgin, that we needed to slow down. But then he sucked my neck—right there, that exact spot that made my back arch—and I moaned "yes," barely breathing, every nerve ending on fire.Rocco kept kissing me like he needed it to surviv

Last Updated : 2026-03-22

10. Back to My Rules

ROCCOThe flight felt endless. I stared out the window, watching clouds streak past, but my brain wouldn't shut up—Diana's words replaying on a loop. How the hell did she not mention she was a virgin before shit went that far? I rolled my eyes, trying to shake it off. No point denying it: she'd left me hard as a rock, but deep down? I was relieved. Relieved I hadn't made what could've been the biggest mistake of my life.My phone buzzed. Alessandro. Text saying he was waiting at the airport. Guess he decided to show up after all—the message I'd sent about the ambush in Barcelona probably changed his mind about not greeting his sister personally.The co-pilot announced our descent. I glanced at Diana. She was quiet, face turned toward the window. At least like this, she kept her mouth shut. When the plane stopped, I stood and grabbed her bags. Opened the door—cold Italian morning air flooding the cabin. Diana stepped out first, strides deliberate but hesitant. I followed with her lu

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