That Handsome Devil Band Novels & Stories

Did she seriously not think this through before she opened that mouth of hers? I lazily pulled my eyes away from her to look at Handsome. Goddess he was magnificent. I saw why people feared him. He exuded a strong aura when pissed that roared dangerous and deadly. This right here was Black Devil through and through. Fuck, I loved him. He was positively breathtaking.

"Like you haven’t pulled me into hell already? You dragged me through the mud and made me look like a fool to the devil." "You don’t even need to go to hell," Dario countered, leaning down until we were eye to level. "Because the devil is sitting right in front of you, and you’re too blind to see it." "And I presume you’re the devil?" "No, Gianna." He held my gaze, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper. "Roman is."

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.

"Got me playing with fire Baby hand me the lighter, Taste just like danger, chaotic anger, But I can't stop the rush, No, I can't give you up, And I know you're not good for me, But I fell in love with a devil, I'm under his spell....."