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I knew him better than he knew himself. There is a reason he is called the Devil. He knows well how to play that victim role and keep to his good name. I heaved, holding back the harsh words I was about to say to him. "Your mother approached me today at your father’s death anniversary. Do you know what she first said to me for someone who should be mourning…? I bit the tip of my lips to hold back the tears that were itching to fall. "There is no need to listen to anything that she says; don’t pay attention to them."

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.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“For someone so determined to kill people, I didn't know you were this afraid of death.” “Don't kill me, think of Damon.” I swing my sword playfully. “Do you know of the spell Null familia?” He looks even more confused, so I help him out. “That's the spell to break off family bonds. Right now there's a powerful witch by Damon's side, she's performing the ritual. Damon won't die, just you.” “You can't- you can't do that! You can't break off the bond.” “I can, and now I will end you without any guilt.”

The devil’s blood. He filled the doorway like a shadow, broad shoulders wrapped in a black suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar like he didn’t give a damn about the ceremony. His hair was dark, careless, his jaw shadowed by stubble. But it was his eyes that froze me, ice-blue, cold as death, cutting through me like they already owned me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet me. He didn’t offer condolences. He simply said, voice low and merciless. “The wedding goes on.” My blood turned to stone.

Okay that was it. Philip decided to spoil the family meeting, "Well, Your Highness. Before you come to my home to threaten my friends, let me inform you of my latest belonging. It's a mastermind killing machine, straight from Scotland. Your cousins will not be a problem for her even when she's drunk." "And I suppose this is the red haired devil Lord Edward mentioned," the Prince smiled the question. "Well speak of the devil," a feminine voice declared from the doorway. Although it came from behind him, Stephen knew too well who to expect.

So she can kill me all she wants but she still won't get rid of me and I want to believe that my little devil will never forgive her if I died. A. Gupta