The Devil (Mafia Empire #5)

by Michelle Heard

“I swear, every single time we talk to you, I’m more convinced you’re insane,” Santiago chuckles.

“Are you fucking insane?” “Yes,” I grumble as I climb out of the SUV.

I hate interacting with people, but with him it’s different.

“I’d give my left tit for a one-night stand with him,” she mumbles as she leaves the store,

I could kidnap her. It would be so easy to grab her on her way home. The roads are always quiet.

Yes, because that’s always the first choice…

“I’m bored and could do with some action.” I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly, but then I see Dominik, and my eyes narrow. “You too?” “Apparently, I’m bored too.” He gestures at Santiago. “He dragged me here.”

Santiago gives me a curious look. “How many people have you killed since you’ve been here?” “Just one. I think.”

Dominik sighs. “Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot of killing before you go back to Portugal?” “At least you won’t be bored,” I mutter, making the men laugh.

He signed his letter E. What does it stand for? “Enzo.” I’ve only heard that name once, and it was from The Vampire Diaries.

I never took myself for a stalker, but Jenna just brings it out in me.

Jenna shakes her head and writes again. What if he’s hiding somewhere and hurts you? You’re pregnant. “Then I’ll shoot the asshole,” Cassia mutters as she walks to the front door

I swear, if someone jumps out from behind the bed, my soul will up and leave my body.

He's insane. Legit, mentally unstable. There’s no other explanation.

Absolutely taking advantage of being shot, I say, “I don’t think I can get to my room on my own. Will you help me?”

I’m scared out of my mind but still attracted to him. Maybe I’m insane, too?

“I promise. I’d put a gun to my head and end myself before I cause you any harm. You are unbelievably precious to me. Meu coração. Meu amor. Meu anjinho.”

I’ve never belonged to anyone. I’ve never had a home. Until her.

“I haven’t begged for anything since I was twenty, but I’ll fucking beg if that’s what you want.”

“Do you want me to shoot them?” “What?” I gasp. “No!”

“To others, you might be the devil, but to me you’re a guardian angel.”

“I’m growing on you, aren’t I?” he asks. “Like a rash,” I mutter.