All Chapters of Bound To The Devil : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TIFFANY WEST“A happy wife and good sex,” I blurted, smiling.He laughed. Deep and hearty and it made my pulse skip a beat. It was the first genuine laugh I heard from him, and I suddenly knew I could get used to it.The coffee began brewing, filling the kitchen with a rich and earthy smell. Once it was ready, I poured myself a cup and I positioned myself on the opposite side of the island counter as Lorenzo pulled out a frying pan from the drawers beneath, the sound of it colliding with the stove clattering off the walls. I watched him peel an onion, then began to dice, his large, run hands working in proficient strokes. Perfectly timed. Evenly spaced.“You're eyeing the knife like a treasure. Have you had a change of mind about killing me?” He dropped the knife and grabbed a bowl.“Where would I get my ever-loving orgasms if I killed you?”He smiled. The expression turned his face from that of a cold-blooded Mafia don to a playful playboy. But the view barely lasted for a second be

TIFFANY WESTI was falling deep, and fast, and I couldn't even find the grace to save myself. To say I was obsessed with everything about Lorenzo was a big understatement. And worse, I didn't know exactly what was happening to me.In the past few days, I found myself wondering just how it would have been if I wasn't sold into a marriage with Lorenzo. How it would have been if our relationship had started off normal… if he weren't the most dangerous man in Las Vegas.I couldn't find the answer to that so I pushed the thought off my mind and instead focused on the good our little sex sessions always turned out to be. We had a routine. He'd screwed me against the wall last evening. It was hot and fast and rough. Then afterward, he'd just kiss me. He'd kiss me for so long my brain became mush and my heart began to burn, almost as if he was trying to imprint the moment in his memory. We did the sex thing every day. It never started with kissing, but it always ended with it. We were both

LORENZO RUSSOBlackness snuffed out my vision. When it returned a split second later, rage drenched the room in crimson.I meant every word I said to her. I swore to all things sacred that Francis was going to experience pain like never before. And eventually, when he was begging for it for a long time and when he had given up hope, I would grant him death.Even as I laid Tiffany's sleeping body gently I couldn't fight the anger that was radiating off me. How could a fucking old man force himself on a child young enough to be his own daughter? It infuriated me to the point darkness bled into my vision, and without a doubt, I knew someone was dying tonight.I left the room just as the lights came back on.I met Savio seated on one of the sofas as I entered the main living room. Dimitri was at the bar, helping himself to some whiskey while Milo, Vito, and Ronan were playing poker at the table.“What happened to her?” Savio's gaze followed me over to the bar, watching me closely as I pou

LORENZO RUSSOScreams and sounds of gunshots filled the air. I rolled my shoulders as sweat mixed with the blood of my enemies dripped down my back. With everything else I had to deal with, the Bratva was getting on my nerves. Alessandra's father and the fucking Russian capo would finally soon be getting what's coming to them. It had been a long since we had to deal with Bratva problems, in the recent past, the Triad had been the one doing the most, but ever since things fell out with the Cosa Nostra and the Bratva when Alessandra's fucking cousin, Bale decided he was brave enough to pull a fucking gun to Elena Duval’s head, Dimitri had lost it and drilled three bullets into his head.Alessandra was fucking lucky she was still alive considering she had tried to end Elena's life on many attempts.I lifted my gun, drilling my bullet into the last motherfucker Russian that had infiltrated my territory, hiding out in the old Amalfi restaurant that once belonged to the Russians in the fif

TIFFANY WEST“Have you heard anything from them?” I shut down Lorenzo's laptop I have been borrowing for weeks now, my gaze leveling on Stefano.Lorenzo, Ronan, and the others had been gone for hours, while Dario had left for school, leaving just Stefano and me in this huge mansion.He peered down on his screen briefly before shaking his head. “No,”I stood up from the sofa, stalking over to the window. I'd spent the last hours reading about the sudden disappearance of women all around Vegas. The kidnappings had been random; there was nothing connecting any victim to the other, and Lorenzo was right; this was a sex trafficking case. The man Savio was working undercover for, Frizz, was currently under investigation by the bureau. A year ago, he was arrested for sex trafficking, but surprisingly, he was released the next day. It was obvious he had the backing of powerful people. And that scared me deeply, I really did hope Frizz didn't have her.I pulled out my phone to send a text to L