Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction の小説・ストーリー

Tommy, her best friend, a handsome twenty-two-year-old giant of a man and an orphan who has been an unsuitable parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes, smirked at her, “So, Di, what the hell happened to you? You looked dead, by the way.” “I'm not dead!” “Yeah right.” “I am not dead; you can see me, right? I'm doing okay,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as she remembered how crazy Tommy was. Freshmen days, and they met in the library, and ever since they became best friends. They have worked part-time at Bean Coffee for two years now. He was the one and only person on the planet who seemed rather fascinated with everything about time travel and such. She mentally shook her head. Ho

It has possessed both men and women even long before the 15th century, in search for someone in every generation of a certain family that stands as the protector of the one thing it desires to devour and surcease from existing. A few meters away from the disturbed place was a police officer in civilian clothes dragging a body bag made of thick plastic. He was hauling his colleague's dead body whom he just shot in the head an hour ago. His car was parked and hidden behind the tall grasses not too far from the road but unnoticeable. He knew the place very well, he was certain that there were no CCTV cameras for another hundred meters and no possible witnesses around to catch him in the act. Th

"But does the name, Diavolo, ring any bell?" "Diavolo... Diavolo... Diavolo..." I mumbled under my breath. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place— oh sh*t! 'Diavolo!' I gasped, and my stomach dropped. 'Devil of Sinclair City! Don of Tenebre!' 'No... It couldn't be...' I took a step back, my wide eyes staring at the man standing before me. It had to be a lie. I couldn't be face-to-face with one of the deadliest men in the entire country! The Lord of Sinclair's underworld!

It was eerily quiet—too quiet—and my heartbeat thundered in my ears. No one was here. I shuffled from one foot to the other, my fingers twitching against the sides of my gown. Do I sit? Stand? Lie on the floor and pretend I’m dead? Then a voice, low and raspy, cut through the silence like a knife. “You’re smaller than I expected.” I froze, every hair on my body standing on end. My eyes snapped toward the sound, and my breath hitched. There he was. The devil himself. Mario Santiago. The deadliest Mafia Lord to ever grace the United States.

Damien’s POV I took a corner booth where shadows pooled thick enough to hide in. From here, I could see everything without attracting attention. The beer in front of me stayed untouched—just a prop. The bar was the usual kind of hell: loud music, spilled alcohol, and men who didn’t care about consequences. Levi blended right in… almost. He sat across from Tommy—leader of the Black Reapers, professional manipulator, and cancer in leather. Tommy leaned back casually, drumming his fingers on the table.

"Dmitri, that's him. That's Tommy on the screen." The call went straight to voicemail again, and this time the mechanical voice felt like a death sentence. "We have to get there," Dmitri said, already reaching for his jacket and the concealed weapon he always carried. "Right now." But even as we raced toward the elevator, I knew we were too late. The shopping center was across town, the police would have cordoned off the area, and Tommy was alone in the middle of whatever hell had found him. My phone rang again, and this time I answered before it could go to voicemail.

I was actively identifying it as a problem when the elevator doors opened and I walked straight into another man standing in our living room. He looked enough like Drake to immediately recognize the connection. Dark hair. Similar jawline. But lighter somehow. Easier. His eyes were hazel instead of silver, and his smile arrived quickly and naturally. “You must be the wife,” he said easily from the couch, whiskey glass in hand. I blinked once. “I must be,” I answered. “And you must be the brother.” He grinned. “Callum Javier.” He crossed the room and shook my hand warmly. The difference between the brothers hit me instantly. Drake pulled people in without trying. Callum invited them in on purp