Devour Rapper Real Name Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I was studying him the whole time. The waitress came over to take our order and her face paled for some reason. “Would you like a drink?” She finally offered. Why did she look so familiar? “I’ll have a bottle of chilled water,” I said while Spider ordered tequila which he downed in rapid succession. I grabbed his hand and nudged the tote glass out of his hands. “What’s going on with you?” “I’m betraying The Viper.” He said it like it was a synonym for dying.

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.