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

by Nouha Jullienne

What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms, and this one is mine. Feeling physical pain numbs the mental anguish I feel inside.

“Next time you put on a show like you did at the club, make sure that it’s for my fucking eyes only. Or I’ll kill every single man who looks your way and punish you for being a brat,” he threatens.

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.

“The people we love never truly leave us when they pass. There are things in here,” he points to my temple, “and here,” he points to my heart, “that death can’t take away from you. As long as you have memories and love, you have never truly lost.”

“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.”

“Hold on to the headboard,” he commands.

You can hide from the devil, but he will always find you.