Chapter 3: A Dance with the Devil
Isla barely made it through the rest of her shift at Inferno. Luca’s warning played on repeat in her head. "You don’t belong here. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you won’t win." He was suspicious. Maybe he didn’t know the full extent of her deception, but he knew enough to keep an eye on her. And that was dangerous. She couldn’t afford mistakes. The moment her shift ended, she disappeared into the employee break room, her hands gripping the sink as she stared at her reflection. Bella Caruso. That’s who she was now. Not Isla Romano. Not the daughter of a man murdered by the DeLucas. She forced a deep breath. Stay focused. Stay in control. Then, the door creaked open behind her. She stiffened, already knowing who it was before she turned. Luca. His presence filled the small space like a storm cloud, his dark eyes unreadable. "You didn’t listen," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe. She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "About what?" His expression didn’t change. "I told you to stay away from Dante." She let out a soft laugh, crossing her arms. "I was doing my job." Luca took a slow step forward. "Girls like you don’t last long around him." Her heart pounded, but she kept her mask in place. "Girls like me?" Luca’s gaze flickered over her, sharp as a blade. "Girls who think they can play in his world without getting burned." The words sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. He knew something. Maybe not everything. But enough. She needed to get out of here. "Are we done here?" she asked, her voice steady. Luca studied her for a long moment, then gave a slow nod. "For now." Then he was gone, leaving behind a silence that felt suffocating. Isla let out a shaky breath. She needed to be more careful. But as she stepped out of the break room and headed toward the exit, she realized something chilling. Luca wasn’t the only one waiting for her. Dante stood near the doorway, his arms crossed, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Leaving so soon, Bella?" Her stomach tightened. She forced herself to keep walking, but Dante stepped into her path, blocking her way. "You’ve been avoiding me," he said, voice low. She arched a brow. "I’ve been working." Dante chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "Is that what you call it?" She met his gaze head-on. "Is there something you need, Mr. DeLuca?" His eyes darkened. "Say my name." She blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?" His smirk deepened. "Say it." A challenge. A game. She hated that her pulse quickened. "Dante," she murmured. Satisfaction flickered across his face. "Much better." The air between them grew thick, charged. This was dangerous. She needed to end this now. "If that’s all—" she started, but Dante took a step closer, crowding her space. "You intrigue me, Bella." His voice was velvet and steel. "And I don’t like mysteries." She swallowed. "I’m not a mystery." Dante’s hand lifted, and for a terrifying second, she thought he would touch her. But he didn’t. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, slow and deliberate. "Then why do I feel like I need to unravel you?" Every alarm in her head screamed. She needed to leave. Now. With every ounce of control, she stepped back, breaking the moment. "Good night, Mr. DeLuca." His smirk didn’t falter, but there was something darker behind his eyes now. Something possessive. Something dangerous. She turned and walked away, feeling his gaze burn into her back. And she knew. This wasn’t the last time Dante DeLuca would test her. This was just the beginning. --- End of Chapter 3Chapter 4: Caught in His WebThe next night, Isla returned to Inferno, her mask firmly in place.But something had changed.Dante had marked her as his next interest.She could feel it in the way the staff eyed her with barely concealed curiosity, the way the men whispered about her sudden rise to his attention.And the way Luca watched her like a hawk, his silent warning hanging between them.She couldn’t afford to be distracted.But distraction came in the form of Dante himself.He was waiting for her the moment she stepped onto the club floor, lounging in his usual VIP section, a glass of whiskey in his hand, eyes dark with something unreadable.Isla barely had time to take a breath before one of the other servers nudged her."Boss wants you tonight."Her pulse spiked.So, the game had begun.With careful steps, she approached Dante’s table.His gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, as she placed his drink down."Sit."A command, not a request.She hesitated, just for a second.
Chapter 5: The WarningThe moment Dante disappeared from view, Isla exhaled slowly, forcing her hands to unclench from her lap.Antonio DeLuca was here.The man who had stolen her father’s life, who had ripped her family apart.She wanted to see him—needed to.But she couldn’t move.Dante had ordered her to stay, and defying him so soon would only raise suspicion.She reached for the half-empty glass of champagne on the table, her fingers tightening around the stem as she took a slow sip. Her throat burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. The urge to storm through those doors and come face-to-face with the man who had ruined her life was overwhelming, but she forced herself to breathe.Not yet.This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about destruction. One wrong move, one hasty decision, and she would lose everything.The club pulsed around her, oblivious to the war raging within her. Music pounded, the scent of expensive liquor and sweat thick in the air. Women laug
Chapter 6: The First TestInferno pulsed with energy, the scent of expensive liquor and sin thick in the air. Isla stood behind the bar, pretending to focus on cleaning glasses while keeping an eye on the VIP section.Dante was watching her again.She felt his gaze like a brand against her skin, assessing, calculating.Since the night he had claimed her as his personal server, he had been testing her. Small, subtle power plays meant to unnerve her, to see how far she would bend before breaking.But she wouldn’t break.She had spent years preparing for this.Tonight, she would prove she wasn’t just another distraction to him.Tonight, she would make him want her.Her plan was unfolding perfectly—until Dante moved.With effortless grace, he rose from his seat, crossed the room, and stopped directly in front of her."Come with me."A command, not a request.She forced a small, confused frown. "My shift isn’t over."Dante’s lips curved in amusement. "It is now."A part of her wanted to re
Chapter 7: The Power StruggleIsla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.She had come here with a single purpose: to get closer to Dante, to learn everything she could about the DeLuca family, and to get revenge for the brutal execution of her father. But the deeper she ventured into this world, the more dangerous it became. And the more dangerous it became, the more she found herself drawn to Dante in ways she couldn’t control.Her thoughts were interrupted when a strong hand gripped her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked into a dark hallway, her back p
Chapter 8: The Games BeginIsla had never been one to rely on anyone. She had learned early on that trust was a commodity in short supply, especially in the world she was now trying to infiltrate. But as she walked through the corridors of Inferno, a strange sensation tugged at her—an unsettling feeling she couldn’t quite shake.She had always prided herself on being able to control her emotions, to keep her head in the game no matter what. But Dante DeLuca? He was a problem she hadn’t accounted for.The way he looked at her. The way his presence seemed to swallow her whole. Every time she crossed paths with him, every subtle glance, every touch that lingered just a bit too long, her resolve seemed to fray just a little more. She had come here with a single mission in mind—to get close to him, to learn his secrets, to destroy the DeLuca empire from the inside out. But the longer she spent in his orbit, the harder it became to remember why she had chosen this path in the first place.D
Chapter 9: Secrets UnraveledThe club felt different tonight. It was as if the very air had thickened with tension. Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was on the brink of happening, something she wasn’t prepared for. Despite her carefully laid plans, there were elements she couldn’t control—and Dante DeLuca was one of them.She was standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses with a cloth, her eyes drifting over the patrons as she kept her movements deliberate, calculated. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. Not with Dante continuing to observe her every move. Tonight, she was determined to stick to the plan.The soft hum of music echoed throughout the club, filling the space with a rhythmic pulse that vibrated through her body. The lights were low, casting long shadows on the polished floors, and the occasional burst of laughter or clink of glasses provided an almost serene background. But Isla was far from serene.She had a job to do. Get close to Dante, gathe
Chapter 10: Temptation and ResolveThe club was quieter now, the vibrant energy of the night settling into a dull hum as patrons trickled out. Isla stood behind the bar, wiping down the surfaces with mechanical precision, though her mind was far from the task at hand. The evening’s events played over and over in her head, the tension in Dante’s voice still ringing in her ears. He was getting closer, and she had to be careful. One wrong move, and everything she and Alex had worked for could be ruined.She needed to talk to him. She needed to hear his voice, get his perspective.As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, relieved to see her brother’s name flashing on the screen. She quickly answered, her voice low. “Alex?”“Isla, it’s late. You good?” His tone was calm but laced with concern, always a reminder of the bond they shared. He was the only one who truly understood what they were doing.“I’m fine,” she said, though she didn’t feel it. “Just… thinking. I’m
Chapter 11: Secret MeetingsThe city lights flickered outside the window as Isla walked briskly down the narrow alleyway behind Inferno. The night air was cool against her skin, but it didn’t do much to calm the storm brewing inside her. Every step seemed to echo with the weight of her thoughts, the strategy she’d been carefully crafting, and the dangerous web she was tangled in.She’d been working at Inferno for weeks now, always close to Dante, always playing the part of the devoted employee. But tonight, she needed to speak with Alex. She needed to update him on the progress—and the complications—that were quickly arising from their plan to take down Antonio DeLuca. She couldn’t risk leaving anything to chance.The back door to the club opened with a soft creak, and she slipped inside, entering the dimly lit staff room. A few of the other workers were still finishing up their shifts, but Isla paid them no attention. She quickly moved past them and into the small office where she’d
Chapter 56: A Mafia WeddingThe grand cathedral stood tall under the evening sky, its towering stained-glass windows illuminated by the golden light of hundreds of flickering candles inside. The entire DeLuca empire had gathered, dressed in their finest, waiting for the moment when the most feared and powerful man in the underworld would claim his queen.Dante stood at the altar, clad in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his sharp features set in a look of determination. His presence was commanding, exuding power with every breath, but tonight, there was something different in his gaze—an intensity that wasn’t just about control or dominance. It was about devotion.He was about to marry the woman who had made him kneel. The woman who had tamed his demons yet fueled his obsession. Isla.The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral creaked open, and every head turned as Isla stepped forward.Dressed in an ivory gown that clung to her figure before cascading into layers of lace, she looked b
Chapter 55: A Lover’s UltimatumWeeks Later, Isla and Dante are having an serious argument about him not letting her go anywhere alone .The storm outside mirrored the tension brewing between Dante and Isla. Thunder rumbled in the distance as heavy raindrops pelted against the large windows of the DeLuca estate. The dimly lit room carried a suffocating silence, neither of them willing to back down.Dante stood by the fireplace, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with frustration. Isla, on the other hand, stood near the doorway, her posture rigid, her eyes ablaze with a fire that matched the fury in her heart.“This isn’t a life, Dante,” she spat, her voice sharp as a blade. “This is a prison. And I refuse to be caged by you any longer.”Dante turned to face her fully, his eyes dark with warning. “You think you can just walk away from me?” His voice was low, controlled, but the storm inside him threatened to break free. “You belong to me, Isla.”“I don’t belong to anyone,”
Chapter 54: The Bloody EndingThe night was dark, the sky heavy with the weight of impending storm clouds, as Dante stood over the wreckage of what had once been a place of refuge. His hands were bloodstained, his thoughts clouded with rage, and his heart twisted with vengeance. The events of the past days had led him here, to the final confrontation with El Cado, and nothing, not even his growing love for Isla, could stop what needed to be done.His men, ever loyal, had done what they were trained to do—track El Cado to the very edges of the city. They had gathered information, confirmed his hideout, and surrounded the abandoned warehouse like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. But Dante had insisted on handling this himself. This was personal. El Cado had crossed a line, not just by kidnapping his sister but by threatening the life of Isla, the one person Dante could no longer imagine living without.The echo of gunfire still lingered in the air, though the battle had long s
Chapter 53: Final ShowdownThe war between Dante and El Cado had been building for weeks, the tension ever-present, but when El Cado made his move, it was one Dante never saw coming.Dante paced in his private study, his jaw clenched, his mind running through the many possible outcomes of their feud. Since El Cado had gone into hiding, Dante had expected a war of words, but instead, El Cado had chosen to target the one thing Dante held most dear: his family.Isla, who had been at his side throughout the chaos, stood by the window, her eyes scanning the horizon, always alert. She could feel the shift in Dante’s mood. There was something heavy in the air, and it wasn’t just the ominous feeling of an impending storm—it was the kind of darkness that Dante had warned her about.“He’s making a mistake,” Dante muttered, almost to himself. “He thinks he can tear me apart, but he’s wrong.” His words were sharp, filled with rage, but also a cold sense of calculation. “He’s crossed a line now.”
Chapter 52: Enemies FallThe air in the DeLuca compound was thick with tension. For months, Nico had been a threat hanging over Dante's head, his presence like a storm cloud that never fully dissipated. But now, after countless battles, bloodshed, and manipulations, the storm had finally broken.Nico was dead.At least, that’s what everyone had believed when the body had been found. His fall had been swift, precise, and calculated—exactly how Dante preferred to handle his enemies. A bullet to the head. No fanfare. No witnesses. Just death. Nico had underestimated him, and now he was paying the ultimate price.Isla stood at Dante’s side, her eyes locked on the bloodstained floor where Nico’s body had once lain. Dante’s empire was solidifying, but with it, came the ever-present reminder of just how brutal the world they occupied truly was. She could still hear the echoes of the gunshot, the image of Nico’s body crumpling to the ground.But even as the victory over Nico lingered in the a
Chapter 51: A New Mafia QueenThe weight of the ring on Isla’s finger felt heavier than it should. It was a symbol, not of love, not of devotion, but of ownership. A chain disguised as a band of metal.She sat in front of the grand mirror in Dante’s bedroom, staring at her reflection. The woman looking back at her wasn’t the same Isla from months ago. She wasn’t the woman who had stumbled into Dante’s world by accident, desperate to escape. That woman had been naïve, desperate for freedom.Now, she was something else entirely.Behind her, Dante stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, possessive. His dark eyes met hers in the reflection, filled with a dangerous satisfaction."You look perfect," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her arm, brushing against the ring. "A DeLuca queen."Isla let out a slow breath, tilting her head slightly. "Is that what I am now?" she asked, voice steady but devoid of warmth.Dante smirked, pressing a slow kiss against he
Chapter 50: A Twisted EngagementThe night was still, an eerie quiet hanging over the DeLuca mansion. The aftermath of the battle had left its mark — bloodstains on the polished floors, shattered glass, and the faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the air. Yet, despite the chaos of the evening, Dante remained resolute, like a stone pillar in a storm. His emotions were a dangerous cocktail, but right now, the only thing on his mind was Isla.Isla, who had been the focal point of his every thought, every action. Isla, who had risked everything for him and yet, had somehow always remained just beyond his complete control.Now, more than ever, she was the one thing that tethered him to his humanity.But as much as he loved her — and the intensity of that love was something he couldn’t even begin to explain — there was a darkness in him. A darkness that told him that he couldn’t simply love her. He needed her. Needed her to be his, in every possible way.The sound of her soft steps on the
Chapter 49: Isla Saves DanteThe night felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as gunfire echoed in the distance. Nico’s men had been relentless, storming the DeLuca estate, but Dante and his men had fought back with equal ferocity. Yet, through it all, Dante’s mind was focused on one thing: Isla. She had become the focal point of his existence, and if anything happened to her—if he lost her—nothing else would matter.Isla’s heart raced in her chest as she stood next to Dante in the midst of chaos. The sounds of men shouting, bullets being fired, and explosions echoed throughout the mansion, but the only thing Isla could hear was the steady beat of her own pulse. She had never imagined her life would end up like this. She had never imagined Dante would be the reason her world had been turned upside down. But now, there was no turning back.“Stay close,” Dante commanded, his hand gripping her wrist tightly as they moved down a narrow corridor. His dark eyes were trained ahead, wat
Chapter 48: Elena’s Final BetrayalThe air was thick with tension inside the DeLuca mansion. Isla sat on the edge of the leather couch in Dante’s office, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly. The war with Nico had escalated over the past few days, forcing Dante to strengthen his defenses. The DeLuca estate was surrounded by armed men, security had tripled, and everyone was on edge.But none of them saw the betrayal coming from within.Elena had always been a thorn in Isla’s side. The woman despised her from the very start, seeing her as nothing more than an outsider who had poisoned Dante’s mind. But hatred was one thing—betrayal was another.A sharp knock on the door interrupted Isla’s thoughts. Before she could respond, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing Luca. His face was grim, his usual calm demeanor replaced with unease.“Where’s Dante?” he asked.“In a meeting with the capos,” Isla answered, standing up. “What’s wrong?”Luca hesitated before stepping inside, closin