Todos los capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Gianna POVThe pool house still smelled like him. Expensive cologne mixed with something darker. Something dangerous that made my skin prickle.I stood by there watching Roman move through the shadows. One moment his hands were on my waist, pulling me close enough to feel his heartbeat against my back. Then next, he was a total stranger."What's wrong?" I asked, turning to face him.Nothing. Just silence as he put on his shirt with quick, precise movements."Roman. Talk to me." My voice came out sharper than I intended.His jaw tightened. That muscle jumped along his jawline. His eyes, those warm eyes that had been soft with desire minutes ago, went cold. "We need to leave." Flat. Final. No room for argument."Leave? It's the middle of the night. There won't be any flights until morning…" I started, but he cut me off with a look.That look. The one that warned people to back down before they got hurt. The one that made my stomach clench with equal parts fear and unwanted excitement.

Gianna’s POVThe silhouette in my doorway didn’t belong to Roman. For one dizzy second I thought it was him.The moonlight trickled through the curtains, carving out the sharp angle of his jaw, the posture I once knew like the back of my hand. My breath hitched in my throat, a warm, wine-soaked haze blurring the edges of my perception. Then he moved.Not the lethal, silent glide of Roman but a looser stance. A heavier step.Dario.Panic surged through the alcohol in my veins. I scrambled backward on the bed, my limbs tangled in the heavy duvet as I dragged it over my body. “Oh, hell.”The laptop continued playing until I reached across the bed and slapped the lid down.Silence.Thank God.I grabbed my phone and turned the screen facedown, hiding Roman’s image.My knee throbbed and my chest heaved.Dario took another step deeper into the room, his eyes scanning the place. He looked at my flushed skin, my disheveled hair, the half-empty glass on my nightstand.My heart was still raci

Gianna’s POVThe morning sun sliced through the linen drapes, hitting my face like a direct slap.I winced from the pounding ache in the left side of my head.My mouth tasted terrible and dry. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. My plan had been flawless, stay awake, keep my eyes locked on Dario, and make sure that bastard didn't try anything pathetic while I was helpless.But the stolen wine had betrayed me. It had dragged me under, drowning my paranoia until I passed out cold.I grabbed the edge of the duvet and dragged it up, peeking underneath. Bare skin. Pale, untouched, free of any new marks. I let out a long exhale that rattled in my chest. Nothing had happened.I scanned the corners of the bedroom. The armchair in the corner was empty. Dario was gone. slipped out before dawn like the ghost he was.Relief washed over my skin.Who the hell did he think he was? Coming into my home, dropping ridiculous conditions, demanding a fake marriage just so he could keep sleeping with Franca un

Gianna’s POVRoman stood towering over me, his gaze locked onto mine. His eyes didn't miss a single thing. They tracked the rapid rise and fall of my chest, tracing the thin line of my collarbone before sliding down to my mouth.His deep voice vibrated through the quiet room, setting my nerves on fire."I’m not..." I stammered, my heart slamming against my ribs. "I just... I want to know if we’re on the same page."Roman didn't answer right away. Instead, he took a slow step forward.The scent of his expensive cologne hit me hard. He lifted one hand, his fingers brushing against my skin as he gently held my chin, tilting my face up until I had nowhere else to look."We are on the same page, Gianna," he murmured as his thumb lightly caressed my jawline. "As long as you don't go against me.""What counts as going against you?" I whispered, staring into his eyes."You know what I mean, Gianna."His tone was quiet, but it carried an undeniable weight. He wasn't asking. He was laying down

Roman’s POVI sat behind the wheel of my car, staring out at the rain-slicked ground of Pier 42, a dark, forgotten stretch of docks off the city grid, where dirty money traded hands and men came to disappear.I preferred to drive myself. I rarely let anyone else take the wheel, reserving drivers only for official family functions and high-level public appearances. Control was safer when my own hands were on it. Today, my right-hand man, Angelo, wasn't in town. My father had sent him out of the state to close a heavy deal in Chicago. So today, I was stuck with Lanci in the passenger seat. I had to give him credit. He was smart, quick on his feet, and good with a blade, but he talked too damn much."I have no idea what those bastards want this time," I said, my voice flat as I adjusted the silver cuffs of my suit jacket. "I just hope they don't piss me off."Lanci snorted from the passenger seat, turning his head toward me with a sharp, sarcastic smirk."You're never in a good mood, R