Devil Of Dublin Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

Chuckling, I turn my head when the bike comes to a stop next to my car, and watch as Devin removes his black helmet. Devin Devlin, the asshole who hates his name even though it’s feared throughout Ireland. He’s shorter than both Kaz and I, but the fucker is lethal; there’s no empathy behind those green eyes of his. Where Kaz and I are reserved, Dev is the feral one and where Kaz is the silent, broody type, Dev doesn’t give a shit. He’s a fucking honey badger on crack. Like walking up to me right now, punching me in the fucking ribs, and embracing me — if that’s not a brother, what is.

I knew someone had break my ranks, something had to be done, that’s when I hired the Devil, I didn’t have to pay them my soul, instead I had to pay her in dollars to an indiscreet bank account. Devil was a woman, a beautiful woman, she’s giving a psycho crazy vibe, but I loved crazy, I loved crazy very much, maybe after our job is done. “He talked” she answer me, I smiled, of course, they talked, they all talked, that’s why I hired Devil, she’s known for her ways of making people talk. “Who does he work for?” I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen.

Dancing scantily clad was embarrassing for her, but her dignity was always preserved. However, she never assumed that by dancing in that place she would meet that dark and dangerous man, who would drag her into his hell. That man has the seven deadly sins, greed, gluttony, pride, envy, anger, lust and the worst of all... pride. With that you can describe the kind of person he is, or how she will see him. He will be her torment and hell, a very hot one that Lillie Watson will fall into. Dante Mancini, known in the mob as the Devil, since by his works in the organization where he is the leader, is the most cruel and ruthless in taking revenge.

"You're just a pawn. Everyone you love is a target." Another blow, this time to his face. Blood gushed from his nose. "Speak when spoken to," the man growled, ripping the tape from Liam’s mouth. "You’re a coward," Liam spat, blood trickling down his chin. "Hiding behind a mask. Threatening people That’s all you are." The man chuckled. "You’ve got spirit. Shame you won’t have much left when I’m done and I don't think we've met before, I am whom they call the devil, Liam I am the fucking devil."

“Someone who forgot I don’t play nice.” “What the hell is this place?” He finally turned his head. “A front. They sell cars on paper, but that’s not what’s really happening here.” “And what’s really happening?” “Debt. Power. Trades.” My chest tightened. “People?” “Sometimes.” I stared at him, trying to read between the calmness on his face. He didn’t look proud of it. But he wasn’t ashamed either. “I don’t want to be part of this,” I said quietly.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

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

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.