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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-20 02:25:34

ROXANNE POV

I had just slipped through the back entrance, shrugging on the club’s sleeveless uniform jacket over my skimpy top, when I caught the low murmur of voices drifting from near the side hallway behind the bar.

Two waitresses stood in the narrow strip between the storage room and the walk-in fridge—half hidden from view, puffing on cigarettes like it was a lifeline.

I recognized one of them as Gia. The other, older, I didn’t know by name yet, but I’d seen her flash smiles that earned her hundred-dollar tips with no effort.

"Girl," Gia said, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, "I swear, I’m one tray drop away from losing it tonight."

The older one laughed, lighting her own cigarette with a flick of her chipped black lighter. "Don’t let the boss catch you slacking," She said, teasing. "He’s got that look tonight."

Gia rolled her eyes. "Please. As long as we keep the men drinking and spending stupid, he doesn’t give a damn."

"You’re not wrong," The older one smirked. "And if he d
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  • The Devil's Mistress   107

    DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVThe hum of the engine was the only thing that kept me from slipping too far into my head.I sat in the passenger seat of the lead SUV, eyes locked on the GPS coordinates blinking red on the dashboard as we moved through East Bay. One hand rested on my rifle across my lap, the other lazily drumming against the door.The boys behind me were locked in, loaded and ready in the two SUVs with their headlights off. "Showtime." I muttered, clicking the safety off the moment we turned the final corner. No cops dared patrol these streets after sundown, not unless they were paid off or suicidal.The convoy of black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the compound, an old dockyard warehouse turned gang stronghold. The kind of place cocky street rats thought they could build an empire in. One they thought could stand independent from Raphaël oversight. They were wrong.I stepped out, feeling the cool bite of salt air sweep through the open lot. My bulletproof vest was snug b

  • The Devil's Mistress   106

    DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVThe water was choppy, rough enough to keep the cowards off the sea, but nothing I couldn’t handle. My hands stayed firm on the steering wheel of the motorboat, the wind cutting across my face as we cruised toward the drop point. I wore my aviator shades, not for fashion, but because I liked to see clearly without squinting like some amateur.Behind me, a few of my old man’s loyal foot soldiers sat with their guns resting between their knees, their heads bobbing slightly with the boat’s rhythm. The cargo was strapped down, three crates, locked tight, marked only with black tape. I didn’t ask what was inside. I already knew. This was business, and in my world, business never asked too many questions.As we neared the dock, I saw the buyer and his men waiting. Ten of them, maybe more, all dressed with open shirts, sunglasses and cigars. The type of guys who drank scotch for breakfast and bragged about the time they “almost died” smuggling shit through Marseille. They

  • The Devil's Mistress   105

    ROXANNE POV I took a box of orange juice from one of the grocery bags and unscrewed the cap."But are you aware of what it takes to be part of the Raphaël family?" He asked, his voice quieter now, a shade darker. "To be the daughter-in-law. The future queen of this empire when Raphaël becomes the new King, ma dame."I froze, the carton hovering above the glass."Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?"I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile."Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den."I gripped the glass tightly.As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.I met his gaze."Just think of where Raphaël might be

  • The Devil's Mistress   104

    ROXANNE POV The car ride back to the Raphaël estate had been quieter than expected. Angel had nodded off halfway through, her little head resting on Mrs. Clara's shoulder. Cedric drove with that signature silence of his, only speaking when necessary, and Adam rode shotgun, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the winding road that led back to the main gates.As the car rolled into the long circular driveway, Mrs. Clara gently stirred Angelina awake. "We're home, darling."Angel yawned and blinked sleepily while I unbuckled my seatbelt.Mrs. Clara turned slightly in her seat. "Cedric, help Roxanne with the bags."I immediately shook my head. "Oh, that’s not necessary. I can manage."She gave me a thin, unreadable smile. "I insist."Cedric gave a subtle nod and stepped out of the car without a word, moving toward the trunk. I followed behind more slowly, glancing at the bags packed tightly in the back."Adam." Mrs. Clara called, already halfway toward the mansion with Angel holding her hand

  • The Devil's Mistress   103

    ROXANNE POVWe strolled through the town, me a step behind Damien's mother and Angelina as they admired window displays. Adam and Cedric trailed us at a distance, hands full of the growing pile of shopping bags.Angel darted between racks of frilly dresses at a children’s boutique while Mrs. Clara watched, arms folded with a slight smile tugging at her lips. She loved her granddaughter. That much was obvious. There was softness there, beneath all the elegance and coldness."I think this one is too puffy." Angel said, twirling a ballerina-style dress that nearly swallowed her.Mrs. Clara chuckled lightly. "We’ll find something more fitting, darling. We’ve only just begun." I stayed close enough to help Angel try things on, but far enough that I wasn’t intruding on whatever quiet moment they both were sharing. I didn’t want to force myself into a dynamic that already existed before me.Then came the moment I didn’t expect."Clara!" A voice rang out from across the street.Damien's mot

  • The Devil's Mistress   102

    ROXANNE POV The grand dining room was nothing short of palatial. Marble floors, gold accents, crystal chandeliers and a dark wood table too long for just five people. Fred was already there, flipping lazily through a magazine, while Mrs. Clara sat like a queen at the head of the table. Her posture was immaculate, her expression unreadable. A chef emerged from the side doors with trays of food while two maids set the table with cutlery and napkins. It all felt…excessive. Once they left, Mrs. Clara gestured delicately with her fingers. "Please…serve yourselves." We did. I helped Angel with hers, cutting her pancakes and pouring a bit of syrup on top as Mrs. Clara quietly glanced between us. But when it was time to serve myself, I hesitated. For just a second, my mind flashed back to the dock. My stomach tensed. Damien’s hand slid under the table and gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I looked at him. His subtle nod grounded me, and I placed a small portion of food onto my pla

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