Diavolo Themes Novels & Stories

Shoot him sugar It will state it, but for those who might get confused, every other chapter is a past chapter, giving you an insight into their past and how they met. { Lucian's POV } "glupaya yeblya pizda" I mumbled, unable to put up with Chaol's shit anymore [Stupid fucking cunt] Chaol Moreno was a business associate, one I hated to do business with So I sat there, glass in hand and eyes set on the idiot in front of me as I listened to his incessant whining.

“I would. Definitely. But only if you’d just stolen from me.” Matthew laughed. A wet, rattling sound. “Trafficking children?” Lothaire continued, his voice colder now. “That’s above the line. Way above. So no, beating you up would be doing you a favor.” Marco’s grin faltered. “I’ll make sure termites don’t even find a piece of your body,” Lothaire said. “You’ve smeared the name of this family. You’ve broken the one rule I told you never to break. And now you face the consequences.”

He asked, his voice thick with command and authority. The mafia world was his territory. The darkest part of him belonged in the mafia. Alexandre Leon Loides was a very dangerous man and was greatly feared by other mafia lords. His brutality and skillfulness earned him the title ' Diavolo' The pain and suffering he'd gone through had hardened him and molded him into the man he'd become. But with Ellise now in his life, he knew that he had to strive to be a better man for her even though he knew it wouldn't be easy.

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?

Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away. “And now I have two options. Kill the motherfucker or get myself a trophy wife that will leave when I get what I want.” DAMON’S POV I was having a horrible day, there was no doubt. I had started my day thinking the world was beneath me just like it has always been and ended it by telling off Rebecca the spoilt daughter of the mayor. And, if the shadow looming at the threshold of the door was any indication, I just might have to deal with yet another intruder.

It pissed him off, and he would make sure they didn’t succeed in what they wanted to accomplish by doing so. “I want all those fuckers dead but one. I don’t care which one you keep alive. Someone needs to be able to talk,” he shouted to his men. He knew they were in trouble. By the looks of it, they were outnumbered, and the enemies had the better strategical point. But he knew his men, and he knew things like this motivated them. He didn’t doubt they would come out on top of this. If he did, it would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. If his men felt his doubt, it would create a domino effect. Fuck that. They would kill the fuckers that thought they could come into their city and off them.

he asked again, pushing his plate halfway toward me. I shook my head quickly, embarrassed. “No, I’m fine. Really.” His eyes narrowed as though he didn’t quite believe me, but he let it slide and cleared his throat before speaking again. “After our call, I made some inquiries. I needed to know exactly what we were dealing with.” My eyes flickered from the plate back to his eyes, and suddenly a sense of dread washed over me. “Okay?” “The men who have Liam… they’re not ordinary thugs, Thea. They’re part of a mafia-run loan shark organization. Dangerous people. The kind who’d rather collect in blood if their money doesn’t come through.”

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shoved the double doors open, the wood hitting the wall with a thunderous crack. The scene was pure, hedonistic excess. Diavolo was fully naked and lounged across a velvet armchair, a woman kneeling over him while sucking his cock, while another poured expensive bourbon directly into his mouth. Diavolo sighed, his eyes drooping toward me. “You know, Draco, one day you’ll discover the concept of privacy. It’s quite useful for one’s health.” “Get dressed,” I said. The sheer frost in my tone was enough to freeze the room. The women scrambled, their faces paling as they realized the shift in the air.

I step out of the basement into the blasting hall of my club, where the world pretends I’m nothing more than a man with too much money and not enough soul. There's been a lot going on in my City. A lot I needed to focus on. My men knew not to go against me. They call me Il Diavolo — the Devil. But in this world, fear is power, and power is law. I don’t just run a business; I run an empire. Italy bows at my feet — from the cobbled streets of Rome to the blood-soaked alleys of Naples. Half of Spain answers to me, too. Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine.