All Chapters of Diabla: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Irk (Russian Mafia Boss)With the allied agreement between the De Leones and myself I've started to make more headway with le acceptance of my relationship with Tanner. The only issue is since I've been here, I've been spending lot more time with the most delicious of Russian men other then my Tanner, Damien is as skilled with a omputer as he is with a gun and to watch him take target practice is one of the hottest thing l've seen.“If you keep drooling, he's going to think you have the rabies" Tanner says from behind me.I want help it, I want him" I say truthfully because there's never been and never will be any secrets etween us.If you want him then we should get him" he says causing me to turn around."You want him too" I say more then ask.He gives me a slow nod yes and I couldn't be more happy about the news of him wanting Damien too.Could it be a frowned upon thing in Russia to have more then one partner... no but we are men so yes... this is very bad in my country and in my

I'd be lying if I said she didn't look fucking stunning in her tight red dress, id also be lying if I didn't almost want to trade places with Vic just so I could fuck her.She is the enemy and until I watch her stunning eyes rain tears, she will always be nothing more than a pawn in my game."You sure about this boss" Deandre asks "You could always just lock her up and chain her to a bed and fuck her lifeless, maybe knock her up a time or two" I chuckle at his idea because it's crossed my mind a time or too."Tempting but no. I want to watch her submit not break her" I tell him."Isn't that basically what you’re about to do?" he asks with a scrunch of his brows."I'm not going to completely break her D, l'm simple going to wound her to the point of no retum. I'm going to make her wish for death and when she asks for it ill have her right where I want her"My eyes have been glued to her the whole time, I've held the solo conversation with the man that's to be my right hand after I anno

"What do you wish to be addresses as" ads Daniel O'Malley from the east trish Mafia Family as I make another round around the room."She hasn't earned a name for herself yet, she will be mas De Leone until she ears it" cays another man from the table next to the one I'm currently chatting with.I'm about to answer when a cloud of smoke and rubble fills the room form an explocion that & made my ears ringI hear screams and shouts along with gun fire going around the room then I feel a familar sting along my left arm as a bullet slices my skin in a fleshy graze.Pulling my gun from my thigh i flip the table quickly and use it to shield myself and the men if been talking to."My wife just had our first son" says a young looking guy with red hair and bright blue eyes."Keep your fucking head on and pull the dick out of your ass, you are a fucking Mafia Capo now act like one” I say slapping the guy across the face as hard as I fucking can."Flip the fucking tables" I shout."Yazi, get the

With the man now firmly held in place his mouth is pried open and is tongue pulled out with a pair of tongs I address the room again as I open the metal cutters and bring them to his mouth.“MY NAME HAS BEEN GIVEN TO ME BY MY HUSBAND TO OUT ENDEARMENT AND BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE HELL THAT AWAITS OUR ENEMIES” then I close the cutters affective cutting off the man tongue.Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with.“PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"Hearing a name he's only called me in the bedroom spoken to a room full of men who are just as cruel if not more then the devil himself and be given the very name of the devi in Italan makes my heart ache for my dad t

The tight black dress almost feel like it's squeezing the life out of me. The fabric feels suffocating and the black vale I insisted on wearing is like a bag over my head, blocking my air in to my lungs with every breath I take in.We stand side by side the church entrance, greeting the hollow, my condolences from the many men in expensive tailored suits and women who are either dressed as if this was a night out on the town or dressed as they should be walking the red carpet of some award show."I'm so sorry for your loss" a man with neatly quaffed black hair and bright honest sad eyes says as he comes to shake mine and Vies hands."Your father was a good friend" he tells me then gives my hand a small pat. "If you ever need anything. and I mean anything. Please call on me" the man drags the word anything out slowly then starts to let my hand go but I grip it tightly around his."What's your name" I ask him."Alexander Wolfe" he tips his head and sides inside as if his steps were so l