All Chapters of Devil In Disguise: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Angelica I stared at the file in my hands in shock. Why was there a file labeled Giannelli? Did Curtis already know who I was? Spider spooked the life out of me when he spoke right next to my ear like a phantom. “Open it.” “I’ll kill you if you keep scaring me like that.” I warned him. Though to be fair, he had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault that seeing this file had made me so sensitive that a gust of wind would scare me. He made a show of pulling a zipper over his lips but stayed in my line of sight so I wouldn’t forget what he said. I willed my heart to stop racing and opened it. However, there was nothing in the file. At least, there didn’t appear to be anything. Just a stack of empty sheets of paper with the first one printed “Giannelli” in large, bold font. I glanced at the wall we had come through. How come the secret room wasn’t nearly as secured as an ordinary vault? “This feels…” I flipped through the pages one at a time in case there was something else. Spi

I couldn’t face Curtis—not directly, anyway.It was already hard to look at him and not think about my dream from the night before but did he have to walk around shirtless too? I caught myself staring at his back for the third time and I had only been in the kitchen for five minutes. He was resting his elbows on the kitchen counter, humming gently as he waited for the timer to go off on the waffle maker. On the other hand, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here. I would lie and say I was hungry and waiting to prey on some of his waffles but I would be deceiving myself. I didn’t know he had stopped humming until he spoke. “Enjoying the view?” My cheeks flushed. Where were snarky comments when I needed them? Instead of saying something smart, I said the stupidest thing ever. “What’s there to enjoy?” I could imagine the smirk on his face without having to see it. “Sweetheart, my back would have a pair of holes through it if eyes could burn.” As if it was not enough that he wa

Curtis My phone rang and saved me from having to answer that trick question. Giancarlo. I saw the name on my screen and knew I couldn't talk in Angelica’s presence."I'll take this." I got up before she could respond and walked several feet away, only answering when I was certain I was out of her earshot. "Why are you calling now?" "I spent the last few days doing nothing but helping you find answers. A 'thank you' would be nice, brother." He snapped. That was exactly why he shouldn't be calling me. He knew I would be spending the next six days with Angelica glued to my side like an accessory. "What did you find?" I asked. "Nothing. She's all clean. No reason to be suspicious of her." He said. It was exactly because there was no reason to be suspicious that I was suspicious. No one was innocent. But again, my brother was the best investigator I could ever think of. No matter what was erased, he could find it. The fact that he found nothing worth noting about Angelica could e

My body was stiff. My attempt at moving was blocked by something—no—someone. His arms were wrapped tightly around me when I woke up. I looked down at his forearm at my torso, then his leg on top of mine locking me in place. No cuddling, my ass. He was the one clinging to me like an octopus—not that I was complaining. The more I stayed in that position, the more aware I became of him, his pulse against my back, his gentle, slow breaths at the back of my head, his morning wood pressed firmly against my butt. A blush crept up my cheeks. Luckily, he was asleep. I used the chance to gently peel his arm off me. It weighed like lead. After several failed attempts, I gave up and decided to catch a little more sleep—as much as I could get with his cock prodding at my ass, that is. I closed my eyes and ended up stirring, unable to fall asleep. My mind was flooded with all kinds of thoughts, none that had anything to do with what I wanted to think about. Instead of thinking about my strategy

The ViperI stared at the pictures in my hands for several seconds before tossing them off, sending them flying across the floor. “Does Curtis Arciero have a golden dick or something?” I growled. I wasn’t asking anyone in particular but I got an answer from Enzo anyway. “Would you like me to find out?” I glared at him. He was my right hand man but sometimes he forgot his place and assumed he was my equal. This was the problem with having the same minions for years. He picked up the pictures and inspected them even though he was the one who had brought them. “Do you think she likes him?” I sneered. I knew that look. I had seen it on several women’s faces. Women were only useful before some knight in shining armor swept them off their feet with false promises of rainbows and unicorns. Then they became a liability. It was why I had chosen a vengeful eighteen-year-old with enough hate to override every other emotion and made sure she remained that way for the four years I kept her