Todos os capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Roman’s POVI let out a silent sigh, sliding the phone back into my pocket without answering.It didn't go unnoticed. Kosmo paused, wiping his hands again as his sharp gaze tracked my movement."That's the fourth time your phone’s buzzed since I got out," Kosmo noted quietly, his tone shifting from playful friend to observant soldier. "You keep checking it like it’s a ticking bomb. Who is it?""My father," I said plainly.Kosmo raised an eyebrow. "And you’re ignoring the Don? Why don't you want to answer him? Is something wrong back home?""He’s got a million things going on with the territory expansion, and I came out here for a reason, to clear my head," I muttered. "He has a hundred soldiers and lieutenants who can jump on whatever fire needs putting out. But instead, he keeps blowing up my line and getting on my damn nerves."Kosmo leaned against the tool chest, wiping his hands slowly as he looked at me. The warmth in his eyes faded, replaced by that deadly, grounded seriousne

Roman’s POVI waded into the thick of the high-society crowd, navigating through wealthy associates, old business partners I had cut deals with, and men who held quiet connections to both Lanci and my family. They clapped my shoulder, offered polite congratulations, and tried to engage me in heavy talk about trade, and politics.I didn't hear a single fucking word they said.Even while standing in a circle of powerful men, nodding along to a conversation I couldn't care less about, I couldn't tear my mind or my eyes off Gianna. Hell, I hadn't been able to concentrate since the moment she stepped into my car.She was so beautiful tonight. The dress clung to every single curve of her body like a sinful secret, highlighting the soft dip of her waist and the smooth expanse of her skin. The fiery defiance burning in her eyes only made her ten times more lethal. Looking at her standing there, poised yet dangerous, made a dark pulse ache deep in my gut. It drove me out of my fucking mind

Gianna POVI glanced back at Roman. He didn't move to pull me back. He didn't utter a single word to stop me. He just sat back in his chair, his eyes locked onto me with a look of approval, quietly granting me the floor.I turned away, pulling my spine tall, and glided toward the stage. The floor felt smooth beneath my heels as I walked up the short steps, reached out my hand, and took the microphone straight from the announcer's grip.The room quieted down, a hundred pairs of eyes fixing on me. I tapped the microphone gently, the soft sound echoing over the speakers, and let a dazzling, picture-perfect smile bloom across my face."Good evening, everyone," I began, my voice smooth, carrying effortlessly across the grand hall.A few polite murmurs greeted me. I stood tall under the bright spotlights, looking every bit like royalty in my dress, exuding an air of complete, unbothered elegance."I know I wasn't originally on the schedule to speak tonight," I continued, tilting my head

Gianna POVDario swallowed hard, his eyes darting between my glare and Roman's silent, menacing presence. He knew he had lost this round. He knew if he pushed any further, I would turn the entire hall into a bloodbath for him and Franca."We’re definitely going to have this talk later," Dario gritted out through his teeth, trying desperately to save whatever tiny shred of dignity he had left. "But I’ll leave you be for now.""Better," I replied smoothly, not even bothering to look at him as he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.I sat in my chair, staring blindly at the white tablecloth as my heart pounded like a caged beast. My hands were trembling slightly under the table, so I clamped them together in my lap to hide the movement.I didn't even know how to feel about this mess anymore.Dario had almost spilled everything. He had been a hair's breadth away from blurting out what had happened between us earlier today right in front of Roman. Panic was still clawing

Gianna POV"No, you don't," I said softly, stepping back just half an inch as my spine hit the edge of the vanity. My voice was smooth, and coated in a delicate layer of doubt."Yes, I do," Lanci insisted, his eyes burning into mine with an intense heat. "Tell me when," I murmured, purposely turning my face away just enough so I wasn't looking directly into the depths of his eyes. I couldn't let him see the thrill racing through my veins."Can we meet at least?" he asked."No, Lanci... we can't.""Please," he begged now. The polished tone was slipping right through the cracks, reduced to pleading for a few minutes of my time.Deep down, I knew I shouldn't be playing this game. But God help me, I loved every single second of how this was going. The thought of snatching Lanci straight out of Franca’s hands after everything she had done to me was an intoxicating drug. It was dirty, wicked, and completely satisfying.Yet, beneath the thrill of revenge, reality gave me a hard yank back