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“You’re walking straight into a warzone.” Dante opened the car door. “Good. That’s where I belong.” Before climbing in, he looked once more at the bridge. The two bodies swayed gently in the wind, blood still dripping into the black water below. He whispered, almost to himself, “You wanted the Devil.” Then he got into the car. “Now you’ll have him.” The convoy roared back to life, speeding away from the bridge. Behind them, the note fluttered in the wind, the blood on it still fresh.

Lucien met her gaze. > Lucien: “I trust you.” Their eyes locked. For a moment, the only world was the soft tension between them, the electrical current of survival and something more something warm in the cold darkness. Plot Twist: Dante’s Weapon Dante’s smile was gentle, but his voice carried cold strength. > Dante: “Last thing this trigger isn’t binary. It has settings: truth, loyalty, legacy only you two can choose the level. Elise didn’t leave instructions on which to prioritize.”

she answered, and Nero nodded. “You see, baby, this revolver holds a single bullet in one of its chambers. Spin the cylinder, pull the trigger, and pray that fate is on your side.” “So let’s play a game; if I say my name wrongly, then I pull the trigger on myself. If you say your name wrongly, then I will pull the trigger at you,” he explained, and Lena’s eyes widened in shock when Nero pointed the gun at himself. “My name is Dante,” he said, then pressed on the trigger when Lena’s eyes widened in shock. Nero chuckled.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

I said. “No,” Dominic replied. “That’s staging.” “For what?” He expanded the map. Every prior strike zone lit up again, but this time not with attacks. With symbols. Split circles. Convergence marks. My pulse slowed instead of rising, the way it does right before impact. “They’re declaring phase shift,” I said. “Yes.” “From pressure to capture.” “Yes.” “For me.” “Yes.” I looked at him, steady, certain, alive in the firelight of crisis. “Good,” I said quietly.

Marcini’s tan bled to ash, Giovanni’s glass slipped and shattered, Dante’s hand went for the gun under his jacket—then froze when Matteo stepped out from behind me, his hands already on his gun. I smiled the smile that made grown men piss themselves. Marcini recovered first. “Enzo… Cristo santo…” I closed the distance, pulled him into a hug that looked brotherly and felt like a threat at the same time. Over his shoulder I whispered, “Surprised to see me, brother? Sono tornado, Marcini. Non si uccide il Diavolo. Il Diavolo non resta morto.” Translation: I’m back, Marcini. You can’t kill the devil. The devil doesn’t stay dead.

"I am very sure you will want to follow your mommy. Then, we would see the kind of choice you would make. Become a servant like your mommy and sister, or come with me and become my heir." "I will never do that." Dante shrugged. "The little devil has made up his mind. You have made up your mind to follow the bad road and I cannot stop you." He looked at me and snickered. "I will be leaving now." He squatted before Derek. "I will be meeting you soon, my dear." Derek grabbed on to my hand, not even trying to let go, while Dianne was doing otherwise. Why doesn't she understand that this man over here is a different man entirely. He is not the man who would carry her like before and ay sweet word