Author Note: The beginning of Submitting To The Devil prefaces the end of the previous book, His Pretty Little Liar. Niko and Bianca's story begins in Luca's office, where Dimitri reveals that the pair must marry. This means there will be a slight overlap in storylines at the beginning of the book.
Niko The drive home has been somewhat quiet. We've just left Rossi's home, where Emma made her claim on her father's men. I wasn't too pleased to know she did that with the intent of leading, but even Luca knelt on bended knee to show his respect for her. Luca's behaviour of late has been erratic. He's not the man I once thought he was, but then again, I see a new him paving his way outside of his mind, and I'm unsure whether to worship the changes he's making for my sister or hate him for being less of the person I learned to fight alongside. Exiting the cars in silence, Emma climbs the steps towards the house. But Dimitri calls for her, demanding she take him to Luca's office. "Emma, let's talk in Luca's office," his tone is ice-cold. I watch my sister falter, her body tensing with the obvious demand she doesn't want to follow, but she recovers quickly, nodding while telling Dimitri okay. Luca remains quiet yet follows her immediately, and I, well, I follow because I can. Besides, what does Dimitri want with her? I trail behind Dimitri and Bianca, watching her arse over his because I can. She's skinny and tall, but there is a giggle I appreciate. Any man would. As I enter Luca's office behind them, I notice Luca sitting at his desk, with Emma standing just behind him. I'm not too fond of the differing vibes the pair of them give off. One minute, they have a terrible relationship, and the next, it seems Luca lays everything at her feet in private. I can't get a hold on them, and honestly, now that I know Emma's my sister, I know Luca isn't worthy of her. Slumping down in the corner of the room, I lounge on the chair I often sit in. Emma looks to Bianca, and Bianca looks to Emma. Their anger is palpable. Honestly, I wished Luca had chosen to kill her; at least then, Emma could start anew, yet now she has to live with Bianca being a thorn, even if at a distance. "You must be wondering why I've called you all in here," Dimitri says with a dry tone, his gaze penetrating each of us as he looks clockwise around the room. Moving his hand before him, he smirks when his gaze lands lastly on me, yet I pretend I'm not taking any notice of him. You see, we don't particularly see eye to eye, but I know my place is below him; after all, I begged for my father's life, and since then, I've been working to earn that bargain off of my name. He hasn't let it go, though; I still owe him. "It seems I now have secrets that need to remain hidden, a promise that I have recently realised I have no intention of keeping. Emma," he directs to her in a powerful tone. "Yes?" She asks shyly. "You'll need to keep your men in line and ensure they keep the blood pact your father and I had a secret. It's imperative to your relationship that you do this." "Blood pact? Okay—" she frowns. This piques my interest also. What pact did Dimitri have with Rossi? "Bianca," he turns to her, ignoring Emma and calling her name with malice. "You, dear child, must also keep those secrets silent. You'll be answering to me from now on. So you see, I need to keep you in my organisation. I cannot trust you won't go against us; the incentive is there." Ah, his words mirror those he spoke to me a few years ago. I, too, answer to him. Shaking my head, I reach inside my pocket to find a cigarette. "I won't tell anyone the truth. Emma can have the men..." Bianca mutters slowly as if she knows she needs to beg for her life. I call it intuition; when in a man's presence, such as a Moretta, your life is always in danger, and your body knows it. "You'll marry in fourteen days. A small wedding with only the leaders I chose to attend. It'll be a statement wedding proving you are officially off the market," Dimitri spits shallowly. "To Franko?" Bianca says Densel's name with longing. Her words lance through me like a blade. I hate that she wants that motherfucker. To be continued:Continued: "No. The deal with the Densels is off. You'll marry Niko here. The pair of you match well and Luca can keep an eye on you. But—" A sound somewhere between life and death leaves my throat, and he cuts off my attempt to decline him. "You will not have a second chance," he addresses Bianca. "I am giving you the chance to live. Fucking take it without complaints. Do as you are told; keep my and your sister's secrets silent. Work alongside my son to enable the pair of them to take over as planned, and I'll have no reason to kill you. But step out of line and know I give no mercy." His tone is menacing, and he's stepped five steps closer to emphasise his control. Even for me, it's nerve-wracking, but I never agreed to this. “I'm not marrying her," I finally interrupt him as he stands close to Bianca. Standing, I fist my hands to prevent myself from grabbing my blade and swinging it at Bianca's back. Looking to Luca and then Emma, I try to assess whether they knew this was the
Continued: I watch him enter his car, his driver instantly starting it up and turning in the drive. Watching him disappear with my sanity, I light the joint in my left pocket, dumping the ordinary cigarette back in my right. The drug's high is short-lived, though, because I find Bianca hurtling into my body at speed. Luca throws her quite literally at me, and I decide not to help her stop, her head bouncing off my sternum as I hold my arms wide in a stance that screams get off me. "I need to care for my wife..." Luca tells me viciously. It's obvious he's making a point to show his dislike for this situation, yet he was the only one with a forewarning, so surely he's had time to get used to her coming back after only leaving a few days ago. It's also a power play, Luca's way of staking a claim that she is not his problem, that she falls down to me. "Keep her under control and stay away from my wing. If you don't, there will be consequences," he tells us, but I know that's s
Bianca I storm through the kitchen into the hall and down to Niko's room, teetering on the edge of the boundary line his office door poses. I don't want to go inside, but I also don't want to go and find one of Luca's men to ask if there's a spare room in this godforsaken house for me to take respite in. He angered me so much with his words but even more so because his nostril flared with need whilst his eyes looked between my legs with that look of sexual frustration that nearly enough every man I've encountered since I turned thirteen and sprouted breasts for them to fantasise over has given me. It's sickening, and what's worse is my father condoned their sexual desire. Why does he have to look to me with sexual need like that? Why can't we just be friends? Friends with a mutual desire to get out of the nasty situation we have found ourselves in. I'm not stupid; I know he's a victim of Don Dimitri, too. I might be young, but I see things for what they are and that every decis
Niko I stay away from my bedroom for as long as possible, but duty calls and my laptop is in my office. So I entered quietly, hoping by some grace of God that Bianca had fallen asleep after our sexually charged encounter in the kitchen. Not that I told her to go to my room, but there's nowhere else for her to sleep here. Her smell was enticing, and I hadn't forgotten what it felt like to sleep beside her warmth in my bed. The emotions are conflicting, yet I'm still leaning towards being annoyed for having her—particularly as my wife. Luckily for me, though she probably wasn't asleep, she shut the bedroom door, leaving me to roam my office as needed without her knowledge. There are a few shipments due for arrival, and I must make the calls to see whether they've arrived at their destination. These are shipments of girls and drugs, just a wonderful part of my unwanted fucking job. But as they say here in the mafia, exclude yourself from the job, put on a brave face and fake your way
Continued: "I'm scared to know she's lying in a bed not far away from your collection of guns," she states. "I'll move them," I nod. I hadn't thought about this, but she's right. Bianca will be trained to some extent. To what? I don't know, but having my guns at her fingertips probably isn't the best of ideas. "What if...What if she continues with this tirade of wanting him?" "Soon, she'll be my wife. I won't let her take him from you, not that he deserves you." "I'm sorry you've been brought into this mess," she sighs. "Could be worse; I could be marrying a girl I have no fucking interest in." "You like her?" She perks up. "I did before she hurt you. Perhaps that'll come back, perhaps it won't. Either way, she belongs to me now, and I won't leave room for childish behaviour. She'll grow up real fucking fast. You don't need to worry, Queen." "You're not planning on fighting Dimitri over this?" I wish I could... "I owe him, and we need her to keep things secret. It's the on
Continued: "I don't know what you're referring to, Father. Special?Fine, an hour. Emma and I will be there. No chance, Father. You placed her number one enemy inside my compound. She comes," he hisses through clenched teeth. I close the door to his office, standing inside with him. My spliff hangs from my mouth, and I inhale as much as I can while holding my breath. "I'm not leaving it up for chance," he sighs as I take a seat. I'm not sure what to do while he argues with his father, but as soon as I relax back, the door handle rattles, and there Emma stands in nothing but lingerie. I avert my gaze, but not before I get enough of an eyeful that it makes me feel sick. "One hour," Luca states, obviously finished with his father. His attention immediately goes to Emma, his nose flaring as he takes in her state of undress. I'm almost one hundred percent sure that if I hadn't have been sat here, he would have jumped her bones. "Morning," Emma greets us both. "Good morning, Bambina.
Bianca Niko didn't come to bed last night, nor did he find his clothes dumped haphazardly all over the bed as I had hoped. But that was yesterday, and I've woken up with a new perspective today. And that is, I shouldn't be pushing away the one person placed here to protect me. When I woke, I felt terrible, but only enough to fold them all and pile them against the wall on his side of the bed. After leaving his room, I hoped I'd find Niko in his office or perhaps the kitchen, where I found Anna making breakfast. She smiles warmly, greeting me with a quick hello before she pushes the tray she intended to bring to me. I study it and then look at her with confusion. "Thank you," Anna. "No problem." "Where's Niko?" I ask shyly. "Attending to business, I believe. Luca, Emma, and he will be leaving for work soon." "Oh! Okay then." "It's okay, Bianca. Time heals all wounds. Emma will find it in herself to forgive you..." she tells me stoically. I'm not sure I asked for her opinion
Continued: I kick out at him, my foot contacting his ribs even though he moves. Dropping my leg, I run at him, using the heel of my hand to drive into his gut."Bitch," he hisses at me."Pussy!" I laugh.He drops all pretence of refusing to take me on after that. It seems like every other man on this earth, a woman's name-calling easily triggers him.Swinging his right arm, he thought he would easily put me down, but I danced around him, lithe on my feet, cackling a so go. "That's really your game, Elio? One puny punch, and you think you'll win?" I punch his side. Kick behind his knee. He almost goes down but finds his footing just in time. It irks me; I hate it when men stay stoic to save face.Dancing again, tiptoeing around him at speed, I punch his throat, winding him. He gasps, and I chuckle lightly. I'm having fun for the first time in I don't know how many days. "That was just the start," he squeaks at me. Swiping my feet from beneath me. I fall, hurting my knee, but I bite
Continued: Suddenly, girls invade the space, barely dressed in anything but lingerie and holding trays of drinks and food for me to choose from. Gingerly, I take a beer, popping the cap before placing it back on the girl's tray. I barely register what she looks like, keeping my eyes away from her. The second comes up on my left, offering food that I decline without glancing her way. "So it's true then, you're whipped by the Rossi spare?" Ivan asks. I hadn't noticed him re-entering the room, but I'm glad for the buffer he offers between myself and the girls he obviously sent in here to test me. Clearing my throat, I nod. Sitting forward to make eye contact with him as he sits opposite me. "Yes," is all I reply, happy to have some confirmation that Emma's true identity remains hidden as we wish. "Well, now I see why you want my biggest diamonds," he grins. Sitting opposite me on the desk that's obviously his, he places a singular tray before me with six rings spaced even
Niko Our wedding is almost upon us, and as I sit here contemplating my life and its future, I've realised one thing. I want Bianca. How long that'll last or whether the need will ebb away almost as soon as she gives in and allows herself to belong to me is still up for debate, but in the now, I want her. I wish I didn't; I wish I couldn't see a future where we grow old and grey beside one another with children to dote on in the goodtimesand a shoulder to lean on in the bad, but I do. And that's precisely why I ordered a pamper day for Bianca. We will marry tomorrow. Today, I treat her like my wife-to-be despite being cognisant that she might become the enemy again in the future. That said, I still have work to do and tasks to complete. Unlike Luca, I won't get an extended time off just because I am married. So I ensure to wake early, leaving Bianca in the hands of the girls from the spa in town to tend to such work. I've accepted the late shipment of weapons, redistributed the
Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concen
Bianca Niko was pissed at me yesterday evening. I don't know what I was thinking whilst packing away my clothes. One minute, I was looking at the skimpy garments, thinking how typical of a man he was, and the next, I was trying that one particular red piece on. I love red. Not only because it suits my skin tone but because it's the colour of my blood. Who doesn't love blood? So there I was, dressed in this lingerie that he obviously brought because he wanted me to dress up in it for him, and I stared at myself long enough to pique my ego, who absolutely fucking hates me. Dirty skank, she had called me.Should put an end to your sorry existence now and for good,she had continued. And guess where I fucking was? Yeah, in his closet with all his guns. I stood, feeling the silky babydoll skim my thighs, and I picked the two best-looking guns. I pointed the first at my head, releasing the safety before pulling the trigger without a second thought. I'll be fucking damned,
Continued: She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his pho
Niko The drive home last night was anything but serene. Bianca was quiet, too subdued for what had taken place in the Moretta's kitchen, and my cock was raging, a good one unlike ever before. Claiming her, if that's what it's called, is something I never imagined would turn me the hell on, yet there I stood in Dimitri's kitchen kissing the hell out of her only moments before that retched bastard would walk in to witness me—claiming her. It was awfully perfect timing if you believe in fate, which I don't, but Luca does. And fates never mistreated him. I had hoped Bianca would allow me to continue whatever that kiss was, to explore one another. But she refuted me the moment I tried to lean over in the car to kissher. Her hands pushing me away, her head turning to the side, was a sure fucking message we wouldn't be continuing that little slice of heaven I tasted. What had felt like a breakthrough was anything but, and that pissed me the hell off. I shook my head at her, fuming wit
Continued: "Come on, Bee? Let me have what I want, and I promise to give it in return," he states. His voice wavers and he sways just a little. "You're high," I remark. I'm not looking for confirmation; it's as evident as the blue sky. "I'm horny," he summarises. "No," I say unsurely. No, in this life, is never met well, and now is no different. Niko stills, his whole body stiffening at that singular two-letter word that entirely stops whatever he was fishing for. It takes him time to recover, and I sit like a duck waiting for the other shoe to drop. His fingers brush my cheek, his thumb stroking my lips. My breath catches as I stare into his endless pools of deep, earthy brown eyes. "Once we marry, that word will be forbidden," he whispers. "Even then, Niko, I can say...no." "You can say it, little Bee. Doesn't mean it'll hold any weight," he smirks. "Fuck off!" I all but yell. "Shout it louder, darling. Let everyone know we're having a lovers tiff," he laughs
Bianca "Some fucking choice! Fuck, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief. At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father. Dangerous. I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have. Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it. And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe? What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape. All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to t
Continued: "Get your hands off her," Franko demands with a glare worthy of instant death. "No," I state. "Franko, please," Bianca's voice comes soft and breathy, pissing me the fuck off instantly. I fight looking at her, but I'm unsuccessful. Thankfully, she's looking to the floor, her attention very much not on him as I expected. "Ah, Franko Densel, it's lovely to see you again," Luca's thick and domineering voice comes from beside us. He and Emma joined this little altercation before it really started. "Emma, you can't allow this. There was a deal between your father and mine; Bianca belongs to me," Franko pleads, his desperation obvious and ridiculous. Turning my body away, I pretend I'm more interested in the men moving around the room, but I'm not. I want to snap the boy's neck to prevent him from ever laying eyes on Bianca again, let alone placing any part of him on her. "I'm not my father; I won't force a marriage on her," Emma replies. "You can't stop it; the