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“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

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That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

“ Your daughter? Why don't you pick then, it might be something serious. We don't want a situation like the last time.” Dayse laughed, remembering how Tamara’s call had interrupted their sex that night. “ It's not like the last time, and moreover I know the reason why she's calling,” “ You sure?” “ Yeah…,” she drawled, “ it's about her best friend, they've been having a dispute for a while now, and I told her, she doesn't deserve a friend like her, a friend who's only after what her friend likes,” “ Really? What happened?” “ As always, any time my daughter likes something, that's exactly what she'll like. Including the man Tamara loves, she seduces that man and makes that man marry her,”

I pulled my phone out my pocket and sent him a very angry text message; Whatever weird sexual thing we had is done. If your gonna date and fuck other women, I'm not interested. Don't call on me again. You're not welcome! Of course, he wouldn't see it now. He was probably too busy undressing his blonde tart! I growled in anger as I stormed off to the bathroom. *

I do not think that I can even come up with such a tale from my imagination if I set my mind to it. And now, not only is Damien gone again, but he left me with words that I have not even told my husband for years. Does the Devil, Damien, does he truly love me? How does one even imagine how such a creature that should be of nightmares can feel such a strong feeling towards me? So now, where does this leave me, where does this leave us? The Devil is in love with a bastard Angel child?

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.