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I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

He raised a devil. Chris must have continued his rampage if it hadn’t been a hidden video camera fixed in the bedroom of his last victim. The last girl had a habit of recording private hours with her boyfriends and for her, Chris was no different. After rough sex, Chris was caught slitting the naked girl’s throat and escaping from the bedroom window, totally unaware of the small satin thing watching his wicked performance.

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Serious ones. First, he didn’t believe that Viper would send anyone back to the scene of such a massive clusterfuck so soon. The Road Devils would be on ultra-high-alert right now, and they’d have hidden away their kids and women so completely, they might as well be on another planet. Not many vulnerabilities left at this point, so there was no reason for any of The Hellions to even cross the state line, let alone dare to show their faces in Denver and risk the wrath of Scars Innis and Ice Johansson.

So, it would be strange if Five was able to accept this. “Five, I know you are not convinced. Unfortunately, you’ve lost. You will never have a chance to take revenge, so go to hell and accompany that old man who appreciates you!” After saying that, Ouro stomped his foot down, crushing Five's entire chest. “Pfft!” A large amount of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of Five’s mouth and splashed Ouro’s leg, causing him to pull his feet back in disgust. Now that Five was on the verge of death, he would take his last breath soon.

"Mr. Clarke, what were you looking for just now?" Sebastian held his head in agony, and his whole body still trembled uncontrollably. "When will the DNA result be out?" "They should be out soon. Detective Leonard stopped by earlier to check on the progress. Mr. Clarke… are you certain this body belongs to Naomi? If she's been dead for years, then who killed her? And what about your grandmother's murder? What really happened five years ago?" As if something crossed his mind, Sebastian abruptly sprung to his feet. "Call me right away once the DNA results are out."

All the bullets that Tommy fired had no impact on the demon's body. "Enough! I don't like interacting with lowly creatures like you." Said that devil was furious. He caught Tommy's hand and then threw it like a baseball against the wall. Iris widened her eyes in shock when she saw how insane the demon's power was. "TOMMY!" Iris immediately approached Tommy without thinking. She couldn't imagine if the devil could have such power. Immune to gunfire too. She checked his condition, who was groaning in pain while coughing hard. With a shaking back, she picked up the gun that Tommy was still holding.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

With a smile, I took my gun, uncocked it and went out. “Boss, Moretti and his men are attacking our men. Half of our men are injured and I don't think we can put up with this any longer. Do you have a plan?” Marco said as he approached me, the stain of blood purely visible on his shirt. I tightened my grip around my pistol as I walked through the bright lit corridor. “Where is Dante?!” When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies.