đšđđđđđŚ, đŁđđđđđđđđ, đđđ¤đđ đđđ đđđ đđ đ đđđ. Azzurra Amalia Romano, an omega, bites more than she can chew when she gets herself entangled with someone she should never have messed with, by taking what doesn't belong to her but the devil. Alpha Adriano Rion Giordano was a devil in human form, a ruthless Italian werewolf mafia boss whom people tremble at the mention of his name. A man with no interest in redemption, a face like that of a Greek god but a temper like that of a raging fire, who was only driven by two things, money and power. Merciless to those standing in his way and wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through their skull to prove a point or rip them to shreds. He doesn't give second chances and he just became Azzurra's worst nightmare. It all became painfully clear when it dawned on her that there was no way out of the Alpha's clutches. A messy entanglement that disrupted her already chaotic life, tossing her into a web of a dangerous attraction that came hand in hand with obsession, lies, revenge, heart-wrenching betrayals and death. And maybe, just maybe, the devil has feelings too, an emotion which comes with pain, making the hardest sacrifices, all at a very costly price
Lihat lebih banyakAZZURRA "You look like shit by the way.â âSorry Beta Leonardo for my shabby dressings," I said, then to myself I muttered as I pushed myself up, "I could have easily taken my bathe and dressed fancy while being locked up. Whereâs your Alpha? Too busy doing other things?" What the fuck was I saying right now, I sound needy. His face darkened immediately. He grabbed my arm, a little too tightly. âDonât talk about him like that. He is your alpha too.â I ripped my arm out of his grip, rolling my eyes. Whatever. Save your loyalty speech. "I am going back inside.â Leonardoâs eyes bulged. âAre you out of your fucking mind?â âPeople say that a lot,â I shrugged. He stared at me like Iâd grown two heads. âYouâve just escaped that crazy bastard, and now you want to waltz back into his mansion?â âThere are women and children in the basement,â I said firmly. âLocked up, starving. Iâm not leaving them.â âNo way,â he said, crossing his arms. âYouâre not going anywhere near that place. A
AZZURRA I thought I was safe. I really did. Dressed as a maid, I had managed to blend in, and the woman who had walked in earlier didnât even take a second glance at me.But just when I was about to sneak out again, the door burst open, and she stormed in.âYou! Come here and help me dress,â she snapped, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder.I blinked. âMe?ââOf course you! Do you see anyone else in the damn room?â she huffed.Shit. I had no idea how to dress a rich woman. Iâd barely managed to tie the stupid apron on myself.I followed her into her room, my eyes wide as I took in the giant mirror and the expensive perfumes on her vanity. She sat on a velvet stool and pointed to the fancy green dress on the bed.âHelp me put that on.âI picked up the dress and stared at it like it was some kind of puzzle. There were way too many buttons, ties, and tiny clasps.âAre you new or just stupid?â she muttered.Before I could answer, or fuck something up, the door opened again. A g
AZZURRA The room they kept me in smelled of dust and mold. The window was too high for me to reach, and the door was locked from the outside. I sat on the cold, hard floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I had no idea how long Iâd been there, hours, or maybe a day. My stomach growled, but they hadnât brought me any food. My throat was dry, and my head hurt from the constant tension. I tried to think of a way out, but the door didnât budge when I tried pushing it earlier. These bastards knew what they were doing. I wasnât going anywhere unless they let me out. Eventually, I heard footsteps. The lock clicked, and two men walked in. One of them grabbed my arm roughly, hauling me to my feet. âGet up. The boss wants to see you,â he grunted. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. âYou donât have to drag me like a damn animal.â He just smirked. âKeep talking, princess. See where it gets you.â The other man tossed a dress at me. It was red, flashy, and way too tight for my liking. âPut
ADRIANO I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Leonardo went over the plan again. The dim light of the room made shadows dance across the walls, giving the place an almost scary atmosphere. I didnât mind it, though, darkness was comforting. âSo, we have to make sure none of the boys catch on that weâre onto them,â Leonardo said, his tone clipped. âIf we move too soon, theyâll scatter like rats. We need proof before we make a move.â I nodded, taking a slow sip. âWeâll set up a decoy shipment. Something valuable but not too crucial. If they try to intercept it, weâll have them cornered. Make sure the right word gets out so it draws them in.â Leonardo smirked. âAlready on it. Iâve got a few guys spreading rumors about a high-end weapons stash coming in next week. Should be enough to get their attention.â âGood.â I set the glass down, tapping my fingers on the table. âOnce we catch them in the act, we make an example. Canât have the rest of the crew
AZZURRA The car Luna Vienna had arranged for me was waiting at the entrance, sleek and intimidating, just like the man I was supposed to deliver the parcel to. I held the small package tightly, my hands shaking as I stepped into the backseat. I couldnât believe she was sending me to Massimo De Luca. Of all people, why him? My mind was racing, trying to figure out why. Why me? Why did Luna Vienna choose me, of all the other servants, to deliver this package to the most ruthless mafia don in the city? It didnât make sense unless she knew. Unless she had done a little digging into my past and found out about my mistake. I bit my lip, staring out the window as the car glided through the city streets. The dress Luna had provided clung to me like a second skinâblack, elegant, but modest enough to not draw too much attention. The invitation card sheâd handed me was embossed with gold lettering, a formal request to attend some kind of charity gala hosted by Massimo himself. I couldnât
AZZURRA The late morning light seeped through the thin curtains, casting a warm, amber glow across the room. I stirred, my body still sensitive and buzzing from what had happened. As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt the comforting weight of Adriano's arm draped possessively across my waist. His breath was soft and steady against my neck, his bare chest pressed against my back, radiating heat. My cheeks flushed as memories from just a few hours ago washed over me. His hands gripping my hips, his lips tracing a line down my throat, and his low growl vibrating through my skin. I couldnât help the small, contented sigh that escaped my lips. It felt surreal, lying here with him like this. I hadnât expected to fall asleep afterward, not with my heart still racing and his touch imprinted on my skin. Carefully, I shifted, attempting to slip out from under his arm without waking him. Adriano murmured something in his sleep, his hold tightening momentarily before relaxing again.
AZZURRA My breath caught in my throat, and I couldnât help the shiver that ran down my spine. I wanted to deny the flutter in my stomach, but his touch was making it impossible to think straight. âYou were reckless last night,â he said, his voice thick with something darker. âDancing with strangers, wearing something that barely covered you... did you want to be punished?â My cheeks flamed, and I couldnât bring myself to meet his gaze. âI didnâtââ He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine again, capturing my breath in a heated, demanding kiss. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body through the thin fabric, and I couldnât suppress the moan that slipped out. Adriano took that as encouragement, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine. âYouâre a menace, Azzurra,â he murmured. Before I could respond, he guided me back to the bed, his hands firm but not
AZZURRA I woke up to a brutal headache pounding against my skull, my body aching in ways I wasnât sure had anything to do with the alcohol I had consumed last night. A groan escaped my lips as I turned my face into the pillow, trying to block out the cruel morning light. The scent surrounding me was unfamiliar yet strangely intoxicating, masculine, dark, and undeniably my boss. My eyes snapped open. What the fuck?I pushed myself up too fast, and the room tilted violently. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the dizziness to pass, and thatâs when I noticed the unfamiliar sheets tangled around me. Dark, expensive, and definitely not mine. I turned my head slowly, my breath catching in my throat when I took in my surroundings. This wasnât my room. It was his. Shit.Panic clawed at my chest as I tried to recall how the hell I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was Adriano dragging me out of the club, throwing me into his car, and then⌠Then what?My eyes widened as
ADRIANO She melted against me. One second, she was stiff, like she wanted to resist, and the next, she was pressing herself into me, her fingers clutching my shirt like she needed something to hold on to. Like she needed me. I groaned into her mouth, tasting the alcohol on her tongue, mixed with that sweet, metallic tang of blood. It shouldnât have driven me crazy, but it did. Everything about her did. Her lips were soft, needy, desperate in a way I didnât expect. I slid a hand up her back, feeling her shiver beneath my touch as I grabbed the nape of her neck, holding her still as I kissed her deeper, harder. Fuck. I had told myself I wouldnât do this. I told myself she was just a maid. Just an annoyance. But sitting there, with her straddling my lap in that sinful little outfit, her warm body pressing against mine, her breath hitching every time I moved my hands lower, I knew I was lying to myself. I wanted her. Had wanted her from the first moment she walked int
Azzurra The babyâs wail pulled my attention like a fishhook. It was constant, sharp, and so goddessdamned insistent. I glanced up from the register, eyeing the little girl as she squirmed in her motherâs arms. She was red-faced, her tiny fists flailing in frustration while the mother, barely sparing her a glance, bounced her absentmindedly. I wondered how it felt to have someone depend on you like that, and I didnât envy it.The clock on the wall behind them caught my eyeâ9:58 p.m. Relief coursed through me. Almost there. Just two more minutes and Iâd be free from this badly lit hellhole for the night.I handed the woman her bags with a tight smile, her childâs cries still ringing in my ears. As she shuffled away, I slipped off my name badge and tossed it onto the counter. My shift was over. Finally.I made my way to the back room, the hum of the blinking lights overhead grating against my nerves. The locker door creaked as I opened it, grabbing my scuffed leather bag. Slinging it...
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