All Chapters of Blood And Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It AllThe past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul.She was sixteen when she watched her father die.The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.Antonio DeLuca stood above him, a pistol in hand, his expression impassive. There was no pleasure in his gaze—only the cold efficiency of a man who had done this too many times before.A lesson. A warning. A punishment."You should have stayed in your place, Emilio," Antonio said, his voice like steel cutting through the silence.Her father looked up, his once-powerful frame trembling, yet his eyes held no fear—only defiance."You

Chapter 3: A Dance with the DevilIsla barely made it through the rest of her shift at Inferno.Luca’s warning played on repeat in her head."You don’t belong here. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you won’t win."He was suspicious. Maybe he didn’t know the full extent of her deception, but he knew enough to keep an eye on her.And that was dangerous.She couldn’t afford mistakes.The moment her shift ended, she disappeared into the employee break room, her hands gripping the sink as she stared at her reflection.Bella Caruso. That’s who she was now. Not Isla Romano. Not the daughter of a man murdered by the DeLucas.She forced a deep breath. Stay focused. Stay in control.Then, the door creaked open behind her.She stiffened, already knowing who it was before she turned.Luca.His presence filled the small space like a storm cloud, his dark eyes unreadable."You didn’t listen," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe.She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "About what?

Chapter 5: The WarningThe moment Dante disappeared from view, Isla exhaled slowly, forcing her hands to unclench from her lap.Antonio DeLuca was here.The man who had stolen her father’s life, who had ripped her family apart.She wanted to see him—needed to.But she couldn’t move.Dante had ordered her to stay, and defying him so soon would only raise suspicion.She reached for the half-empty glass of champagne on the table, her fingers tightening around the stem as she took a slow sip. Her throat burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. The urge to storm through those doors and come face-to-face with the man who had ruined her life was overwhelming, but she forced herself to breathe.Not yet.This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about destruction. One wrong move, one hasty decision, and she would lose everything.The club pulsed around her, oblivious to the war raging within her. Music pounded, the scent of expensive liquor and sweat thick in the air. Women laug

Chapter 7: The Power StruggleIsla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.She had come here with a single purpose: to get closer to Dante, to learn everything she could about the DeLuca family, and to get revenge for the brutal execution of her father. But the deeper she ventured into this world, the more dangerous it became. And the more dangerous it became, the more she found herself drawn to Dante in ways she couldn’t control.Her thoughts were interrupted when a strong hand gripped her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked into a dark hallway, her back p

Chapter 9: Secrets UnraveledThe club felt different tonight. It was as if the very air had thickened with tension. Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was on the brink of happening, something she wasn’t prepared for. Despite her carefully laid plans, there were elements she couldn’t control—and Dante DeLuca was one of them.She was standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses with a cloth, her eyes drifting over the patrons as she kept her movements deliberate, calculated. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. Not with Dante continuing to observe her every move. Tonight, she was determined to stick to the plan.The soft hum of music echoed throughout the club, filling the space with a rhythmic pulse that vibrated through her body. The lights were low, casting long shadows on the polished floors, and the occasional burst of laughter or clink of glasses provided an almost serene background. But Isla was far from serene.She had a job to do. Get close to Dante, gathe