The Diávolos: Part One (The Godfathers of the Night #1)

by Nouha Jullienne

They say, ‘to know your inner demon is to know yourself,’ and I can tell you it’s true.

He’d looked at me like I was his. His eyes had feasted on my every move, and I couldn’t help but feel desired. I wanted him to stop watching me, but at the same time, I’d loved the way his eyes had devoured me with such greediness. The tension between us was too much then, and it’s too much now as I lie in bed alone.

“Everything about you, including the blood traveling through your veins, is mine.”

“I can’t think properly when you are around. I can’t bear to be away from you, my body and soul ache for you, whether you are near or far.”

“Forgive me,” I pull her closer and lift her hand with the revolver to my throat, my mouth a mere inch away from hers, “or fucking kill me, Angelica. Because I won’t be able to live in a world where you hate me.”

I need her to worship me as much as I worship her.