Devil's Luck Pirates Novels & Stories

He clicked his tongue and waved his head in disapproval, "No Not the last one. I don't do that.” My chest felt light in a way. “Illegal drug sale, sale of contraband armouries, hired assassins and gambling. That is what I do." My breath quickened. He did everything illegal but has never been caught before. He seemed to be powerful. “What lady will want a man like me?" He asked, I could sense hurt in his tone. His eyes were bored into me, it made me uneasy. “What lady will want to marry a hired assassin who would one day become a target?’"

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

The pirates arrived on a skiff in the middle of the night, surprising the crew, overpowering them and grabbing the passengers out of their cabins. The yacht was cruising from Portugal through the Somalian Basin when the pirates attacked. Skipper Antonio Perez was young and inexperienced, he never anticipated an attack. Perez’s hands were shaking badly trying to unlock the small safe situated under the navigation system. The redheaded Brit put the gun at the base of his skull. “You need some help there?” he asked, snickering. “I’ll get it, I’ll get it.” Finally, he opened the safe. The Brit shoved him away, peering at the contents. Underneath the stacks of money, he saw an automatic pistol hi

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

"Unless someone with deeper pockets would pay me handsomely to part with it." "Good luck finding it then," said Lankko, drinking his wine to avoid Thunka's gaze. "Oh, but rumor has it that the pearl was stolen from the Sorrelians by desert pirates who gifted it to the Healers' Guild for saving the daughter of the pirate king…" "I do not associate with that guild!" said Lankko, but Thunka raised a hand, with her palm towards Lankko to indicate that she was not finished yet.