Fifteen.

Devil POV.

Elle, ohh little Elle what did you do to me? I sat in my car calming myself down, that guy who works with her is with the Irish, he doesn’t look like them there were no clear tattoos, so maybe that means he’s still a newbie. Still, it all made my blood boil, he knew what I was, he knew I was the Devil, better not touch what’s mine. But at the same time, I just gave up my weakness, I announced to one of the many mafias around here in London that I have a weakness, that’s not good for the job, having a weakness and no other loyalties, no ties or protection, I just screwed myself for Elle, but I knew she’s worth it.

“Elle, I’m home baby” I call to her, she’s my baby even when she’s not in her little headspace, she’s my baby.

“Devillllll” she yells running toward me, she lift both hands up giving me a hug, I pull her closer to me, smelling her, she smells like honey. Her favourite shampoo is honey-scented, she smells just like sugar, how appropriate.

“Hi sweetie,” I say, I