All Chapters of The Devil's Fire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Althaia Mother wasn’t happy. In fact, my mother was mad. She became so enraged that she stumbled over the English words and had to switch to Greek. And that was how you knew she was mad when she had to switch languages. She wasn’t that angry about me not coming back; she was furious that Cara had ‘forgotten’ to mention that she was marrying into the Famiglia di Bellavia. It was apparently a big deal because she started yelling and cursing Cara’s father, then she cursed my father for allowing this to happen. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about Famiglia di Bellavia. So, I did some digging with a G****e search. And it turned out they were rich and powerful as fuck. Like next level shit. They owned all sorts of businesses, including hotels, nightclubs, and casinos. Mind you, that was the legal part of their businesses. The other part? Well, they controlled everything from the street-corner drug trade to the highest levels of government. Obviously, there was no concrete evidence t

Damiano Fucking hell. I pushed my chair back, keeping my face blank as I stalked off in the direction she went, not caring how the chatter paused. I stopped right in front of the bathroom door, when it opened a small gasp escaped her plump lips. I gritted my teeth at the sound, as my dick pressed painfully against my slacks. I walked towards her. One slow agonizing step at a time, until her ass hit the sink behind her. I let out a satisfied grunt as my eyes trailed down her curves. I rested my hands on the sink, caging her between my arms as I leaned in closer to her, hearing her breath hitch. “Do you have any idea what you have done?” I asked, my voice low and gruff. I watched her nervously gulp as she stared at me with those bright green eyes of hers. “No.” She whispered. My hands tightened around the sink. “You have no business showing up in your little, tight, dress.” When my fingers brushed against her bare pussy, I almost fucking lost it. I cocked my head to the side. “Tel

Althaia I let out a small groan, grabbing my head due to the pounding headache. I sat up and blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkness in the room. It was Cara’s room. Before I could get confused about why I was here, everything rushed back to me. Blood. So much blood. And my uncle’s detached tongue on the floor. I almost gagged at the image. A beam of light filled the room as the door opened. “You’re awake.” Cara stepped in and handed me a bottle of water. “Are you okay?” She sat next to me on the bed and looked at me with worry. I shrugged. “He deserved it, Thaia. He’s lucky he’s still alive after talking like that.” She scoffed, her voice laced with disgust and not at all bothered. She was right. Her father deserved it, and more, particularly for how he has treated Cara over the years. But it was seeing the action unfold in front of me that had me black out. It was a friendly reminder of what kind of world I had stepped into and what these people were capable of.

Damiano I lit up a cigarette; the smoke filling my lungs as I inhaled deeply. The Service finished and everyone was slowly leaving the parking lot, but my eyes never once strayed away from her as they got ready to leave. My eyes slid down her body, resting on that perfect, round ass of hers. Even dressed modestly, the dress still clung to her curves beautifully, making me fantasize about tearing the dress off her and bending her over the hood of the car. I drew in a deep drag and released a thick cloud of smoke that lingered in the air. It was the only thing stopping me from succumbing to my lust. I glanced to the side; Lorenzo was raising a brow at me as he caught me checking her out. “In front of God’s house?” “Mind your own fucking business.” I snapped, and he gave me a slightly amused look. An old lady gasped and gave me a disgusted look at my language as she walked by. I gave her a stare until she looked away and got inside her car. I scoffed, and it only amused Lorenzo some

Althaia My heart fluttered as I stepped further into the room. His golden-brown eyes followed me as I slowly walked toward him. “You’re okay.” I breathed out in relief. I didn’t want to admit it to Cara, but I had been worried sick about Damiano. He risked his life for me. Damiano didn’t say anything, his face expressionless as he held his hand out for me to take. Without giving it a single thought, I went to him and placed my hand in his. I let out a small gasp when he suddenly took a hold of my hips and pulled me onto his lap in a straddle position. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself when I almost crashed into him. “How are you?” He asked, and my body tingled when he caressed me. “I should be the one asking you. You’re the one who acted like a bulletproof vest for me.” I chuckled. He let out a genuine smile and my breath quickly got caught in my throat. It was a rare, beautiful sight that had my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. My body acted on its own and I