The Mafia Devil [CO...
By astoldbycallie
  • Romance
  • beautiful
  • cold
  • dark
  • devil
  • guns
  • handsome
  • italian
  • mafia
  • money
  • orphan
  • past
  • protection


This Is A Stand Alone Novel In My Sovrano Series. You Don't Have To Read The Others No copying. *** His dark eyes seemed cold. Colder than ice, actually, as if a blizzard itself was raging somewhere in it's depths. His tongue darted out to wet his plump lips. His facial expression remained blank. My head still throbbed in the back from what had previously happened. My eyes lowered to his raw cheekbones and strong jawline, which was heavily dusted with a veil of stubble. I squeezed my back against the rough cinder block wall behind me, the bricks digging into my spine through my ├╝ber thin tank top. Regarding his crisp black suit, I spoke out, my tongue feeling dryer than usual. "Who are you? And why am I here? Where the fuck am I?" The man chuckled quietly, his dark hair flopping subtly over his brows. He crouched before me, bringing to me a musky scent of what smelled like expensive cologne. He was so close, that when he spoke, I could smell the spearmint on his breath as the heat smoothed over my cheeks. He smiled, almost evilly. "The less questions you ask, love, the longer you'll live. Consider yourself warned." I was about to respond when his expression turned cold, as dead as his eyes. I faltered, and as quick as a flash, he had a gun pulled out. The icy ring where the bullets would exit if he pulled the trigger pressed into my skin, seemingly chilling me to the bone. He pressed the barrel to my forehead, and a twisted smirk came over his features. His voice still devoid of emotion, he cautioned me. "Watch yourself or I'll blow your brains out." Then he removed the gun from my face, satisfied, and was gone, vanishing into the darkness. *** Complete summary inside.


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The Mafia...
by astoldbycallie