Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil's Affection: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Athena “SHUT THE FUCK UP” After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. “That another alarm clock?” And that’s my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.Sophie is literally the worst best thing that can happen to you. “Seriously girl, you gotta stop throwing those clocks, it’s the fifth one this month” “MIND YOUR BUSINESS” I yelled. I know throwing those clocks is not exactly how I should turn them off but it's just so satisfying to throw ‘em. “Girl, I'm ma swim to Bikini Bottom and get you Spongebob's alarm clock,” she said, her annoying ass was on my bed trying to get me out of my super comfy bed, what’s funny is that the bed wasn’t even this comfy last night. “Get up, get up, get up” She was shaking th

Luciano *Gunshots, loud thuds* “Congratulations, you’re now the head of your family. Long live the new boss.” I told the whimpering young boy in front of me after I had just shot his father and older brother. Their bodyguards were dead too, I let my men take care of the bodyguards. That’s what they get for questioning my orders. I moved closer to the boy and whispered “I hope, for your own sake, you don’t make the same mistake your predecessors made” his eyes were wide open and he was shaking all over as he watched in horror the lifeless bodies of his father and brother and bodyguards. “Answer me when I am talking to you, boy” “Ye…ye…yes sir” “Good. Now run along” I told the boy. “Make sure he gets home safely,” I told Milo, one of my most trusted men. “Yes boss,” He said and left with the boy. “Boss, the package has arrived” Luca announced, my other trusted man. “Well, well, looks like the madman is serious about this deal” I scoffed. “Ah, what do I do with Romano” I sighe

AthenaOne of the maids brought me to a room I’m assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.“So, uhm… I’m Athena. What’s your name?” I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if I’m going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.“My name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right there” she said pointing at the corner of the room. “There are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.“Annnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Im’ma get ready whenever the fuck I want”A sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closet“Damn, their boss got good taste”I stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot I’d look for dinner and I stepped out, th

Athena I woke up panting like I just ran an ultra-marathon. I just had a nightmare that Romano found me and sold me to a mafia don, and I missed my graduation. Oh, it wasn’t a dream, it is my fucking reality, and I might just miss my own graduation. I massaged my temple and tried to calm down. I have to find a way to convince Luciano to let me go back to L.A., even if it is just for two weeks. “Dear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shi…frustrating and that I don’t miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.” After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast. I sluggishly walked down the grand marble stairs and into the dining room, where I was met with the delicious aroma of breakfast and the site of Luciano, Gio, and a few o

Athena Dante got me out of Italy safely and I’m back in America, on my way home. He didn't go back to Italy though, he said he'd stick around for a bit to make sure we were safe pending the time I decide whether or not I'll tell my Mom about Romano, and couldn't be more grateful. It’s a weekend, I’m sure Sophie’s home. I arrived at my apartment and knocked on the door. I heard Sophie’s voice asking whose there, I couldn’t believe how happy I was to hear her annoying voice. She opened the door and contrary to the hugs and kisses I was expecting, the bitch tit-punched me. “What the fuck Sophie?!” I groaned “’I’ll call you as soon as possible?’ Bitch it’s been four fucking months. I had to lie to everyone that you were on some self-introspection journey somewhere in Africa and mom, she kept on asking about you and I had to cook up a new story every Thursday whenever she called and I was so fucking worried about you that I even thought of flying to Italy.” Sophie fumed “I’m sorry ok