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“…and I will make you die inch by inch.” Lorenzo spat blood. A weak smile. “You are not God,” he rasped. My blood boiled. I smashed the gun into his face. Lip split. Blood everywhere. “I am the devil you should fear,” I said. “Devils do not forgive.” I nodded at Jopa. He handed me a blade like it was a gift. Cold steel. I dragged it across Lorenzo’s cheek, slow enough to feel him jerk. Red line opened. Good. Matthew whimpered in the corner. Begging. Annoying buzzing noise.

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.

Devil looks furious, but there’s pride and admiration in his eyes too. “Just a question, big bro,” I say. “Do you always let bitches speak for you, or were they lying about you not wanting me here? I’m guessing the latter, but hey, you never know.” I wipe the blood off my knuckles with my jeans and wait for his answer. “Bitches were lying. I never even talk to them. I just fuck ’em,” Devil says. He’s not looking at me, though... he’s eyeing the unconscious women on the floor.

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We were eating in silence but then I asked, “Last night your friend said you will kill me and you said you want to, what’s stopping you?” I asked him again. “My Pack needs you.” “Oh for God’s sake, what are you, Blaze? A werewolf?” I asked exasperatedly. “Yes.” He replied with no hint of amusement that it made me feel he actually meant his word but a creature like werewolf might sound innocent compared to him. I laughed dryly to hear his answer and shook my head. “A devil sounds perfect.” I muttered. “That too.” He added. You are a devil.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a