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

by Nouha Jullienne

She is even more gorgeous up close, her beauty suffocating, blazing with a fire even the devil couldn’t handle.

Why not you? You became my muse the moment you walked into my life. You’re my biggest distraction and will probably be my downfall, but I will drag you into the darkness with me.

You always have a choice, angel. But don’t underestimate the allure of darkness. Yours is drawn to mine. And we will drown in it together.

I don’t get on my knees for no one, but I wouldn’t hesitate to kneel for her. She has me in a goddamn chokehold.

You will obey me, even if it’s the last thing you want. If that makes me a villain, then so fucking be it. You’re mine,” his

“You need to accept that you’re just as messed up as me, angel. You enjoy this torment. You yearn to be watched, pursued, and captured. You want me to destroy you in every possible way. And I will. As soon as you stop playing games,” he

Our dynamic is like that of a cat and its master. She might be my kitten, but I don’t own her, she owns me.

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

“You are a queen—my queen—and I will bow down to you until my last breath.”

“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.”

“Fuck, Angelica. I never want to be the cause of your tears ever again. Good tears only. But, god, you’re beautiful like this.”