Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
Giselle
He was sin dressed in Armani.
The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway.
The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire.
Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his.
But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies.
Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard.
Nicholas
She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel.
The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided.
But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me.
Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine.
Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.