Italian Devil Novels & Stories

The silence was deafening, but it was also passing as much message as my eye contact. “ The Devils are dangerous, but I can go alone, but I can't risk my goods. As much as they are dangerous, they are also smart, so let's pay homage to them.” I smirked. “ Yes Boss!” They all chorused at once. I distributed the roles of each mobster and the angle in which they will stay hidden and alert, in case the Devils try to play smart. After much strategizing, we were off to the Devil's Clan. The Devil's Clan is owned by Russell Volkov, the great Italian Mafia of all time, but that title will be taken from him soon.

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

My eyes widened when i saw one of the men in black suits pointing a gun at the lady's forehead. Are they really going to kill her? I can't led that happen. I only have months to live but I could save this lady's life but how? . These men, especially Cesare Ferrari, were dangerous and a little mistake could end both I and the person I wanted to save. "saluta il diavolo quando arrivi" ( Say hello to the devil when you get there) . His lips stretched in a wicked smirk and the man holding the gun readied his hand to pull the trigger.

He was wearing a high-end suit, he looked at me with piercing eyes, he didn’t smile, he didn’t show any emotion, he just motioned for me to sit down. “Devil,” he says recognizing me, I just smile at him, it’s not a toothy smile, it’s not the one I keep for work, some might even call it scary, “Pleasure meeting you Nikolai” I reply, I did my research of course, I know he’s the youngest mafia leader in the history of the Italian mafia, ruthless, but a man of his word. “Same back to you Devil, although I expected you to be a bit older,” he said looking at me, I just laughed it off, what did they expect me to be an old lady? I started my business at a young age, and I’ve had years of practice.

This made my father proud. He told me this many times, especially after seeing me at my worst. They called him when I was too anxious with my knife, the blood of our enemies staining every part of me as red as the Devil. This is where the legend of il Diavolo (The Devil) was born . Eviscerate, dismember, break... the pain I distributed was returned tenfold in my father's love.

❧ Lorenzo ☙ Today I woke up quite positive, I made love to my wife, I had her in my arms and I took her the only way I know how, wildly and intensely, I can't deny the joy and satisfaction I felt , when I heard Fiorella screaming my name so many times. Not for nothing they call me the Italian Devil, I know perfectly how to make a woman enjoy and my beautiful principessa, is an open book for me, I know what part of her body to go through until she comes with my caresses over and over again.

shouted Michelangelo to Severino Moretti. Everyone knew Severino, the tattooed devil was an avid driver. Navigating through the busy roads of Aagua at night, jumping every red light, Severino stopped the car with a halting screech. Before the engine died down Michelangelo jumped from the car and stormed inside the Sevendale Club.

His main rivalry was against Antonio. Now as Mario glared viciously at him, the bastard had the audacity to smile. "Don't look so downcast, Mario Venturi." He grinned. "I enjoyed the gunfight, but my grudge isn't with any of you. It's with that fucking coward, Antonio!" "Don Antonio isn't a coward!" Mario snarled at him. "He's called Vegas Mafia Devil for a reason, and when he gets here, it will be hell on earth for you."

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

Really, Regi will never accept that! Meanwhile, Gerand, who got the sarcastic words, immediately glared at him as well. He could never accept all forms of insults and yelling. Although Regi's attitude was different from what it seemed, it was clear that she would never accept that. "With Miss Regianis. I know I am very bad in your eyes. But remember and remember. I am not a psychopath who crushes someone so low." "What's the difference between you and a psychopath, sir!?"