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The Devil Has Feelings Too
The Devil Has Feelings Too
Author: Lavender Mills

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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-17 16:20:17

Azzurra

The baby’s 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 mother’s 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 didn’t envy it.

The clock on the wall behind them caught my eye—9:58 p.m. Relief coursed through me.

Almost there. Just two more minutes and I’d be free from this badly lit hellhole for the night.

I handed the woman her bags with a tight smile, her child’s 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 over my shoulder, I straightened up and exhaled. It was go time.

Stepping outside, the cool night air wrapped around me, a stark contrast to the stale warmth of the store. My worn sneakers squeaked against the pavement as I scanned the street for a taxi. At 5’2”, it wasn’t exactly easy flagging one down, but I had places to be.

More importantly, I had people depending on me.

My two little sisters didn’t know or maybe didn’t want to know how I made ends meet. They just knew there was food on the table when they got home from school.

That was all that mattered

.

Tonight, I needed a score.

Not just for me, but for them. Gas, electricity, water, everything was overdue. I didn’t have the luxury of caring where the money came from, only that it came.

And on time.

A taxi finally pulled up. I slid into the backseat, giving the driver the address of a nearby mall.

Inside the mall, I made a beeline for the clothing store, scanning the racks until I found something that would do the trick. And tonight, it happened to be a burgundy dress that hugged every curve just right.

It screamed expensive, even though I’d only be borrowing it for a few hours. The price tag stayed on, of course. I wasn’t keeping it. Eighty dollars gone, and my purse was officially empty. But it didn’t matter. This was an investment. I had one shot to make tonight count, and I wasn’t going to blow it.

In the dressing room, I slipped on the dress and swapped my sneakers for the only pair of decent heels I owned. I got into another cab, resting back on the chair and twiddling my fingers as I prayed to the goddess for the night to go as planned.

By the time we reached the lounge, I looked like a million bucks or at least someone worth spending that kind of money on.

The line outside the club stretched down the block, but I didn’t stop. I strode straight to the bouncer, a mountain of a man whose grim face broke into a grin the moment he saw me.

“Azzura,” he greeted, his deep voice rumbling.

“Hey there, big guy,” I said, tapping his chest lightly. “How’s the night treating you?”

“Better now,” he replied, stepping aside and pulling the velvet rope back for me. I was a regular after all.

I slipped inside, the heavy bass of the music vibrating through my chest as the warm, dim lighting painted the room in golds and reds. The air was thick with expensive cologne and men full of desperation, just the way I liked it.

Walking in, I kept my chin high, my smile inviting.

My eyes scanned the crowd, cataloging details quickly: suits, shoes, watches. Some men wore leather jackets that had seen better days—easy passes. Others had crisp suits paired with scuffed sneakers. Amateurs.

Then, like a beacon, I saw it, a glint of silver on a man’s wrist. A Rolex. Not just any Rolex, but one that would fetch a good price at the pawnshop, even if they tried to lowball me. I sauntered over to the bar, sliding onto the stool next to him. His suit was tailored, his shoes polished. He noticed me almost immediately, his grin wide and inviting.

“How you doing?” he asked, his voice warm but tinged with the faintest hint of arrogance.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the smell of his breath hit me first—cigarettes. Not the expensive kind either. Not cigars.

But cheap, stale cigarettes.

I recoiled, turning away slightly. It didn’t matter how much money he had. Some things weren’t worth the trouble.

Before I could decide on my next move, another man slid into the seat beside me, his presence quiet. He didn’t glance at me, didn’t even acknowledge me at first.

Instead, he placed an order in a low, smooth voice. “Whiskey. Neat.”

The bartender nodded, glancing at me expectantly.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” I said, lifting my chin.

The bartender hesitated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure about that? Might be a little strong for you.”

I narrowed my eyes, ready to snap back, but the man beside me beat me to it.

“Make that two,” he said, his voice firm.

The bartender’s smirk vanished, his eyes dropping to the counter as he hurried to fill the order.

I turned to look at the man, studying him for the first time. His suit was dark, perfectly tailored.

I eyed him carefully.

“I didn’t need you to order my drink for me.” I said to him, my eyes still scanning him.

His eyes glinted, slate, liquid grey. “Who said the drink was for you?”

My lips parted.

Touché.

He pulled out his phone and rested it face down on the bar top. I watched him, thinking I’d seen a hint of a smirk as he turned slightly away from me.

“What are you hiding?” I asked, referring to his phone.

The bartender put the drinks on the table, and the handsome man in the pressed suit took a glass and slid it to me. I wrapped my hand around it, our fingers brushing for one slight second.

“Do you often question strange men you meet at random bars?” he asked.

I pondered his question. “Do you classify yourself as a strange man?” I asked back and his grey eyes narrowed.

I leaned down and took a sip of my drink, holding back a wince at the burn.

“Tell me your name,” he said, after a moment.

‘Tell me,’ not, ‘what is’.

He demanded to know like it was his right.

“And if I don’t?” I asked, rubbing my finger on the tip of the glass, seductively.

He lifted his glass to his lips, tossing the entire thing back in one smooth move. The soft clink of his glass setting on the table made me sit up straighter in my chair. For some reason, I now felt like I had all his attention.

“Why wouldn’t you?” His voice was low and seductive.

And okay, he was fucking handsome. Like, of a GQ cover handsome. Blonde hair, radiant grey eyes, a chiseled jaw, and full lips. Part of me felt like I could stare at him all day.

But we didn’t mix feelings with work.

And this was work.

I reached out with my hand, extending it for a shake. “Azzurra.”

He took my hand, and the rough calluses on his tickled my nerve endings. In an even baritone, he said, “Adriano Giordano.”

A shiver ran through me.

Adriano Giordano.

Adriano. Rion. Giordano?

My eyes flitted up to his, and as much as I tried to hide it, I felt it as he saw the recognition on my face.

This man sitting before me wasn’t just one of the most powerful Alphas to ever walk the realm but also… the don of the Italian Mafia and I had my hand in his.

My day couldn’t have gotten any better.

I swallowed suddenly, wondering if this was a mistake. The mafia swears not to harm women and children, right?

I let my eyes shift to his suit, noting he wore no watch, no accessory except for the large ring on his middle finger.

How much was that ring worth?

Hundreds of thousands, it had to be.

If I could just get my hands on that…

But what would happen if I got caught?

A man of his status couldn’t have reached such leagues if he was the type a pickpocket could get the upper hand with. But… the possibility was too mouthwatering.

I slipped my hand out of his, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble, as I ran my fingers along his wrist, letting my voice drop to a sultry octave.

“Why don’t we… go somewhere private?” I whispered, keeping my gaze on his. “To talk?”

His gaze held mine, giving nothing away.

And then suddenly, he stood up, taking my hand in his.

Goddess.

This was really happening and then his warm breath brushed my ear, mint and the scent of his cologne clouding my senses. His voice rumbled low in my ear, “Every moment of my time is precious. It’d be wise of you to use it well.”

I smiled to myself.

Oh, honey, I intend to use it, and you, to the best of my abilities.

But of course… I didn’t say that out loud.

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  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    2

    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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t hear over the noise of the street. Then, just like that, he walked away, leaving me feeling even more curious about the man I’d chosen as my hit for the night.When we got outside, I wasn’t 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

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  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    3

    Adriano. 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 I’d gotten in a long, long time.Because when I’d opened my eyes earlier today, seeing a half naked little vixen tiptoeing through my room, it was barely dawn at the time.But it wasn’t surprising to see that the best fuck I’d 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.I’d watched her through half lidded eyes as she immersed herself in filling her pockets.She went through my

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-17
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    4

    ADRIANOI was on a warpath, and I knew it. Every ounce of logic told me I had better things to do, bigger enemies to conquer, and borders to protect. Yet here I was, burning through resources and time, obsessing over a woman who wasn’t even half my size.But it wasn’t just about the woman. It was about what she took from me.And I had an inkling feeling that there was a damn good amount of transfer of aggression bleeding into my desperate need to find this woman. But it was an aggression that she caused.My fingers drummed against the polished table in the conference room as I tried—and failed—to focus on the discussion unfolding before me. A group of us sat around, discussing the Bratva and Cosa Nostra trade routes. A delicate subject, one requiring my full attention. But my mind wasn’t on the maps spread out before me or the stiff suits droning on about logistics.It was on her.Azzura.She’d been a distraction from the start, the type of woman who looked like sin wrapped in silk

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    5

    AZZURAI was on top of the world. At least, that’s how it felt as I walked down the street. The weight of my actions weighed my pockets town but left my chest feeling light. The things I had stolen from Adriano—his money, his precious accessories—had been nothing more than a ticket to freedom. It felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. I’d sold the jewelry, the watches, and the ring, to a local store. I didn’t get the full value for it. I knew that. I didn’t care. I needed cash, and I needed it fast.And what I’d gotten from the selection I’d dropped off was more than enough for now.The price they gave me didn’t matter much; I wasn’t in a position to haggle. The important thing was the money I got from selling those items went straight into the hands of the loan sharks who had been breathing down my neck for weeks. It wasn’t enough to pay them off entirely, but it cleared part of the debt, enough to buy me a little more time.Time to breathe. Time to hope.I felt lighter. I

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    6

    AZZURA The first few days at Adriano’s pack were nothing like I had imagined. Not that I’d ever thought about what being held captive by a man like him would be like, but whatever small part of me dared to picture it—this wasn’t it.For three days, I had been trapped within the walls of what I now knew was called the Giordano Fortress. The name suited it perfectly. It was massive, with high walls and intricate concrete finishings. A place where every corner screamed power and danger. Just like its owner.Adjusting to this new reality wasn’t just hard. It was damn near impossible. Every time I opened my eyes, I wished I was waking up in my tiny flat, crammed on a mattress with my sisters. Not here. Not in this nightmare.The reality of my situation hit me harder with each passing day. I kept asking myself the same question. What was I thinking? What kind of fool decides to target a man like Adriano Giordano, a man with enough power to crush me without so much as lifting a finger

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    7

    ADRIANO There was something about that sight that I couldn’t get enough of. Maybe it was the way Azzurra’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she struggled between disgust and desire. Or it was the way her legs pressed together, her entire body betraying the righteous defiance she tried so hard to hold onto. Or maybe it was the simple, undeniable truth. I owned her. She just didn’t know it yet. Elara whimpered beneath me, her hands clutching the edge of the dresser, but I wasn’t focused on her. My wolf prowled inside me, restless, furious. It had wanted no one but Azzurra from the second she stepped foot in my domain, and I had to battle against the unquenchable urge to claim her in the darkest ways imaginable. She was mine. Not just to punish. Not just to break. But to ruin. Completely. I kept my eyes locked on Azzurra, watching every flicker of emotion pass over her face. The shame. The fury. The hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her chest rose and fell ra

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    8

    AZZURRA I knew my weakness. Adriano. Adriano GiordanoNo matter how much I wanted to pretend Adriano’s games didn’t affect me, the truth was impossible to ignore. My body still felt the heat of his presence, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin like a cruel reminder. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. I curled into myself, shutting my eyes, hoping sleep would give me a brief escape. But my mind refused to let go of him. Of the way he had looked at me. The way he had spoken to me, possessive and filled with lust. The way he pumped his seed into that woman made me wish I was the one. I had lain there behaving like a wanton whore starved of sex.Eventually, exhaustion won. And then the dream came. I was in his arms. Warm, safe, held against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, overwhelming. He wasn’t saying anything, but his grip on me tightened, as if I belonged there. As if I was meant to be there. I wanted to figh

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15
  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    9

    Azzurra’s POVI already expected her to say something harsh, but when she finally spoke, her voice held something more than just disdain—it held certainty. "You’re the one who stole from Adriano. I have heard a lot about the clever red haired girl that had dared to steal from the Giordanos," she said, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. I didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. Confirming it wouldn’t do me any good. Denying it? That would be a fucking joke. Her gaze narrowed, taking my silence as an answer. Before she could say more, the study door creaked open, and a deep voice cut through the thick tension. "Andrea." The woman turned and broke out into a big smile that seemed to transform her into a child.It has been Adriano’s voice. But he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on the woman, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw something in his expression that was different. Something softer. And then, she turned to face him. T

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  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    27

    AZZURRA If there was one thing I had learned since stepping into Adriano’s world, it was that Luna Vienna was a force to be reckoned with. A woman like her didn’t need to raise her voice or throw tantrums to make her presence known, one sharp look, one carefully chosen word, and she could bring anyone to their knees. I didn’t want to be one of those people. Which meant I had to find a way to get on her good side. If Adriano, with all his power and control, couldn’t say no to his mother, then what chance did I have? Fighting her would be a losing battle. So, I made a decision, one that felt like swallowing glass. I would try to befriend Luna Vienna. The problem was, how did you make friends with a woman who seemed determined to make your life as difficult as possible? It was like trying to befriend a mother-in-law who had already decided you weren’t good enough for her son. And worse, she enjoyed making that clear. I spent the next few days trying to navigate her presenc

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    26

    ADRIANO I ran a hand down my face, exhaling sharply as I watched Azzurra bolt out of my room like the damn house was on fire. My mother, meanwhile, stood in the doorway with the same infuriatingly calm expression she always wore; cool, composed, and completely fucking unreadable. I clenched my jaw. "Did you have to do that?" Luna Vienna lifted an elegant brow. "Do what?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Really? You barge into my room, unannounced, scare the shit out of Azzurra, and now you're playing dumb?" She stepped inside like she owned the place, which, technically, she did. She smoothed a hand over the sleeve of her dress, gaze flicking over my still-unbuttoned shirt with a look of mild disapproval. "You should be thanking me." "For what?" I snapped. "For stopping you from making a mistake," she said simply. "That girl isn’t worth the trouble, Adriano." My fists clenched. "You don’t get to decide that." Her lips twitched slightly, like she was amused by my defian

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    25

    Azzurra Adriano didn’t say a word as the car pulled into the driveway of his estate. His grip on my waist remained firm, his dark eyes locked on mine as if daring me to break the silence. I didn’t. I didn’t trust my voice, didn’t trust myself not to say something I’d regret—something that would only push him further. The driver stepped out first, but Adriano didn’t let me move. Instead, his fingers traced the curve of my jaw, his touch light but possessive. “You’re coming with me.” Not a question. A command. I exhaled sharply. “Like I have a choice?” His lips curled at the edges, amused by my defiance. “You always have a choice, Azzurra. You just never make the right one.” Before I could respond, he opened the door and stepped out, pulling me with him. His grip on my wrist never loosened as he led me inside. The house was quiet, the dim lighting casting shadows against the sleek marble floors. It felt too intimate, too dangerous, like I was walking into something I

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    24

    Azzurra I was grateful—grateful to God, to fate, to whatever force had given me the strength to push him away before I lost myself. Before I surrendered to the temptation of his lips, his touch, his presence that made it impossible to think straight. My heart pounded, my breath uneven as I pushed him away with all the strength I could muster. Adriano barely moved, his body solid like a damn wall, but he let me go, his dark eyes watching me with something between amusement and frustration. I took a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the nearby table to steady myself. My pulse was still racing, but not entirely from fear. That was the problem. I clenched my fists and glared at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. Adriano tilted his head slightly, looking at me like the answer was obvious. “What does it look like?” I swallowed hard, my skin still tingling from where his hands had been. He made it sound so

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    23

    Azzurra A chance? I clenched my jaw, hating that I even considered it. But what choice did I have? I exhaled sharply, forcing my shoulders to stay steady. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Adriano smirked like he had expected my answer all along. Like he knew I was predictable. It pissed me off. “Good girl.” I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fuck off.” His chuckle was low, full of amusement, like he found my irritation entertaining. “Such a mouth on you.” “Yeah? Well, you bring it out of me,” I shot back, not bothering to soften the edge in my voice. He tilted his head, studying me. “Is that so?” I lifted my chin. “You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are.” He stepped past me, reaching for the door. “Come with me.” I hesitated for a second, my instincts screaming at me to be careful. But in the end, I followed. The hallways were dimly lit, lined with aged wooden panels that made the space feel even more suffocating. Adriano walked ahead, his posture easy, confident. Contr

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    22

    Azzurra The next morning, I woke up with Luna Vienna’s words still ringing in my head. "Be careful. In a world ruled by men, a woman must be twice as ruthless to survive." I didn’t know if she meant it as a warning, a lesson, or both. But one thing was clear, Luna Vienna wasn’t a woman to underestimate. And neither was Andrea. As I made my way through the servants' quarters, I caught sight of her down the hall, speaking in hushed tones with a few of the other high-ranking women. Her expression was poised, her laughter soft and deceptive. But when her gaze flicked to me, the amusement disappeared. For a moment, we just stared at each other. A silent challenge. I didn’t look away first. With a small smirk, Andrea turned back to her conversation, but I knew she hadn’t forgotten about yesterday. Neither had I. I kept my head down and continued walking, gripping my cleaning supplies a little tighter. I had just finished my morning tasks when a maid rushed in, breathle

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    21

    Azzurra I swore to myself that I would never, ever cross paths with any of the Giordanos. They all hated me. The house was big enough to avoid them for about a month. But like all the other wishes I had ever had, this one never came true. Because that morning, I found myself in the worst possible situation. I was supposed to clean the Beta’s room, just like I did every morning. It was supposed to be an easy task, change the sheets, dust the furniture, mop the floor, and leave. No drama. No trouble. But of course, trouble found me anyway. As I walked into the Beta’s room, bucket and mop in hand, I froze. Andrea was there. Not just standing in the middle of the room but crouched near the bathroom door, her body pressed close to the wooden frame as she peeked inside. At first, I had no idea what she was doing. But then I heard the sound of running water, followed by the unmistakable hum of a man’s voice. Realization hit me like a slap to the face. Andrea was spying

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    20

    Adriano I should have been furious. I should have shut her up the second she started screaming at me, the second she threw my own fucking actions back in my face. But instead, I just stood there, letting Azzurra’s rage crash over me. Because for the first time in my life, I felt something I had never expected to feel. Guilt. I had put her on that damn table, made her a fucking bet, as if she was nothing more than a pile of chips. And even though I knew I was going to win, even though there had never been a chance in hell that Marcello would walk away with her, I had still done it. I had made her feel like she was nothing and that was a mistake. Azzurra wasn’t nothing. She was fire. She was fury. She was the only person who had ever looked me in the eye and called me out on my shit. I let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand through my hair. I needed to put this out of my mind. Guilt was a fucking useless emotion. In my world, it had no place. Just as I turned toward

  • The Devil Has Feelings Too    19

    Azzurra The room smelled of cigars and whiskey, the air thick with tension and the weight of too many secrets. A velvet-topped card table stood between them, the final hands played with measured precision. Marcello leaned back in his chair, a smirk curving his lips as he dragged a cigar between his fingers, tapping the ash into the tray without a care in the world. “Last round,” Adriano said, voice low and cold, like he already knew how this was going to end. Marcello chuckled, the sound grating and full of cocky bravado. “Afraid to lose, capo?” His dark eyes flicked toward Adriano, sharp with amusement, almost daring him to react. Adriano didn’t take the bait. He just exhaled slowly, fingers drumming once on the table before settling back into that unreadable stillness of his. His control had always been a dangerous thing, a weapon as sharp as the gun tucked beneath his suit. Marcello’s fingers curled around his cards, lifting them just enough to see. I caught the flicker of

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