Black_Heart16

She was promised to a devil.
But no one warned her he’d already claimed her soul.

Lillith Carrington never expected her father Lucian Carrington —the second most powerful Mafia boss in Italy—to trade her future away. But when she’s betrothed to Dante Vale, a ruthless enigma known only as THE DEVIL, her world turns darker than she ever imagined.

As Lillith is pulled into Dante's dangerous world the line between protection and possession blurs. However, this is no ordinary arranged marriage— it's a trigger for secrets long buried,betrayal masked as loyalty and a truth that could shatter everything she thought she knew about her family... and herself.

Betrothed To The Devil Dante

I don't know how long had passed before we finally got to our secreat warehouse.

It wasn't anything to flamboyant it didn't need to since the people we were bringing here were trash. No I think trash would be a level higher than them.

"We should go I'm sure he is waiting for me" I said a dark glint flashing in my eyes.

The warehouse was cold. Not because of the temperature but because of the silence. The kind that settles right before someone starts screaming.

I stood infront of Alessandro smilling brightly why he shakenly looked at me.

Rizzo stood beside me like this was a boardroom meeting instead of an interrogation and possible murder. Clipboard in hand. Gloves on. No expression.

Alessandro was already bleeding. Just a bit. Lower lip split, shirt torn, wrists tied to the chair with military-grade zip cuffs. His eyes followed my every move like a prey animal trying to decide which way the predator would strike from.

I just happen to be very, very good at it.

"You know," I said, crouching to his level, "this could've gone a lot differently if you hadn't touched my shipment."

He tried to speak through the gag. It came out garbled—something between a plea and a threat.

"I should thank you," I said quietly, reaching for the knife on the tray beside me. "You reminded me that my people need a little reminder… of why they call me THE DEVIL"

I saw his eyes twitch at that. Good. That name still carried weight.

"You worked for the Carringtons, didn't you?" I continued, dragging the edge of the blade across his collar—not cutting, not yet, just letting him feel the threat. "Interesting move, switching sides. The COSA NOSTRA must've thought they were clever, sending you in. Did they promise you protection? Power?"

"They should've promised you a funeral instead" I replied my smile slowly fading replaced by a dark fiery glint in my eyes.

"I am curious though what gave the COSA the audacity to infiltrate not only that but also steal my shipments" I said looking at him he tried speaking but again came out garbled.

I slowly stretched my hands pulling the cloth down.

"Fottiti (Fuck yourself)" was all he said when the cloth was down.

When I heard that i couldn't help chuckling. It would have been seriously boring if he could easily be broken.

"I don't know what you will use this information for but I now have a wife so..." I let the sentence hang. Let his mind run wild.

"Now," I said smiling walking over to the table where different torture equipment laid "Shall we".

I picked up the now hot iron before walking over to him I didn't hesitate and placed it on his face what followed next was his screaming and a series of curse words.

"Tu sei uno stronzo (you asshole)" he yelled looking at me with rage in his eyes.

"I think you should hold of some words we are just getting started after all" I replied chuckling I bent down dipping my hands in the bucket of water now full with salt then proceed to place it on his face.

Very soon another series of curse words was heard followed by him trying to break free which was impossible.

Who was I kidding torture was my best part of this job.

CHAPTER 5 DANTE