Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

"This should hold it, let's go finish that bastard." Shots ring out from Diavolo's cars and we're alert again. Diavolo killed the last of his remaining men. He staggers out from between the cars into the open. His shirt is pulled apart revealing his bulletproof vest glinting in the night with the bullet buried in them.

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

"But does the name, Diavolo, ring any bell?" "Diavolo... Diavolo... Diavolo..." I mumbled under my breath. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place— oh sh*t! 'Diavolo!' I gasped, and my stomach dropped. 'Devil of Sinclair City! Don of Tenebre!' 'No... It couldn't be...' I took a step back, my wide eyes staring at the man standing before me. It had to be a lie. I couldn't be face-to-face with one of the deadliest men in the entire country! The Lord of Sinclair's underworld!

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?

“ I do ! “ said Antonio with a smile . “ By the power bestowed to me , I declare you officially married . Congratulations ! You may now seal this sacred vow with a kiss . “ said the priest . Damian and Antonio smiled then looked at each other . Damian slowly placed his hand on Antonio’s check and approached his face near to him . “ You are my first woman and my last man . I love you Antonio . “ said Damian whispering at his ear . “ I love you too Damian Wright . I love you very much . “ said Antonio smiling . They held each other’s hand then Damian noticed Antonio smiling in a weird way . “ Why are you smiling like that ? “ asked Damian laughing a little . “ I am just thinking……….how weird l