Better The Devil You Know Meaning Novels & Stories

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

I walked close, too close, and grabbed her wrist again, gentler this time, but my voice was ice. “I know who you are. I know your plans. But listen to me carefully...” I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear. “The devil you know is better than the angel you don’t. And I am that angel.” I shoved her back, her eyes wide in shock, and walked out of the room, my heart pounding like war drums.

"You're watching her again." Lucian didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the closed door. "She's different," Matteo said quietly. "You know it." Lucian set his pen down. "Different doesn't mean safe." But even as he said it, his mind betrayed him. The sound of her voice, the fire in her eyes-they'd already begun to haunt him. And deep down, Lucian Moretti, the Devil of New York, knew one truth he could never admit. He wasn't the only one in control anymore.

He was also known, in our circles, as a madman. At this point, working with the devil was much better than doing nothing.

What an epic headline. "What is wrong? Do I look terrible?” She asked shakily and ran her hands over her face. Her eyes widened. "No. You are beautiful, daredevil.” "Why do you call me daredevil?” I can't tell why. She is a daredevil. The first woman to make me want to love and protect. "Because you are one.” "Hey, that isn't an answer,” She flared up and hit me mildly on my chest. Heat electrified through my body when she hit me.

he yelled, seemingly angry. “I know I seem ungrateful, but you truly won't understand, Kevin. Not every form of kindness is meant to help you. Some's to kill you. The devil isn't a being with horns; it isn't something that has a long tail, is red, and spits fire out of its mouth. Occasionally it's a normal walking human who smiles the brightest and wants nothing more than to kill you. An example of those devils are the kindest of people because no one can be truly kind”

I said flatly. She tilted her head, looking me up and down with mocking eyes. “I heard some rumors about you. You caught the devil’s eyes.” She dragged out the word devil like it tasted sweet. “Do you even know what that means?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care what it means.”

And then, she’ll let the wolves have me. It is with despair that I say, “It can’t be worse than what I’ve been through. So, please, take me with you.” Often, people say the devil you know rather than the angel you don’t. In my case, that’ll never be true. My heartbeats collide as I wait for another resounding ‘No’ from him, but all Zefiro says as he closes his eyes and rubs his temple in resignation is, “Cazzo.”