The Devil You Need
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.
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