š¹ššššš¦, š£šššššššš, ššš¤šš ššš ššš šš š ššš. 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
View MoreAdriano. The little rat thought she was clever.No, she must have assumed she was a damn genius to have actually had the pair on her to pull of such a stunt. In my house. With my presence just mere inches away from her at the time. I remained in bed, alone now.I rested on my back, staring at the ceiling as I let my breathing even out. Everything seemed calm, but my mind was racing, thinking back to this morning. If I could even call it morning. Thinking back to her. The best goddessdamned lay Iād gotten in a long, long time.Because when Iād opened my eyes earlier today, seeing a half naked little vixen tiptoeing through my room, it was barely dawn at the time.But it wasnāt surprising to see that the best fuck Iād had in a damn long time had a different agenda as she pranced around my room. Rummaging through my things like a little thief. And she was a thief, in fact.Iād watched her through half lidded eyes as she immersed herself in filling her pockets.She went through my
Azzura. Adriano led me out of the club, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. The bass from the music faded behind us as we stepped into the cool night air. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves.As he maneuvered through the crowd, it was as if the throng of bodies parted like the sea for him. I couldnāt help but wonder if they all recognized him, if they knew the power he held.As we approached the front, I spotted a man in dark sunglasses and a sharp suit standing next to the bouncer I knew from previous nights. The moment this man turned and saw Adriano, he put a phone to his ear and barked out orders that I couldnāt hear over the noise of the street. Then, just like that, he walked away, leaving me feeling even more curious about the man Iād chosen as my hit for the night.When we got outside, I wasnāt surprised to see the man in the suit holding open the door of a sleek Range Rover. It looked expensive, just like everything else about Adriano.His hand slid to the small
Azzurra The babyās 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 motherās 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 didnāt envy it.The clock on the wall behind them caught my eyeā9:58 p.m. Relief coursed through me. Almost there. Just two more minutes and Iād be free from this badly lit hellhole for the night.I handed the woman her bags with a tight smile, her childās 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
Azzurra The babyās 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 motherās 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 didnāt envy it.The clock on the wall behind them caught my eyeā9:58 p.m. Relief coursed through me. Almost there. Just two more minutes and Iād be free from this badly lit hellhole for the night.I handed the woman her bags with a tight smile, her childās 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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