𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

Bonus Chapter 0.4

BRIDGET
MEADOWS

My face twisted in disgust at Damien's proposal. "So you want me to fake date you because of some shitty deal? You think I can't see through your little game? I can't even think of one thing I like about you—my fantasies are filled with the thought of tearing you apart. Hell no, Damien. There's no fucking way I'm agreeing to that unless you want my dad to end your miserable existence." I tried to stand, but he grabbed the armrest, leaning into my space, his presence suffocating. I slammed back down into the chair, my back colliding with the unforgiving wood.

"Diavola," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom, "why am I even in your fantasies? Trust me, having dreams about me isn't as appealing as you think. I have literal nightmares about you. I'd love nothing more than to kill you, but I have no goddamn choice. Don't think I want you, you're just a spoiled little daddy's girl." His words hit like a slap, and the nickname—Diavola, devil—was worse than any insult.

Before I could speak, Rosalina barged into Damien's office, her presence like a force of nature. "I like being a daddy's girl, but sexually." She tossed the files on his desk with a thud that echoed through the room.

Her eyes locked onto Damien's with an icy glare. "Step the hell away from her, Damien. If you want to keep your status as 'family' instead of 'enemy,' don't even think about touching her."

Damien reluctantly backed off, collecting the files, but his gaze still burned with frustration. "You're lucky you're my cousin, and your mother is my aunt. If not for that, neither of you would last a fucking day with me."

Rosalina laughed, her eyes rolling in mock disbelief. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. We both know you're in love with Bridget. You act like a grumpy, possessive asshole, but we both know you'd do anything to keep me safe." Her tone shifted, a dangerous smirk tugging at her lips. "It's fine though. Bridget will tear you down, piece by piece."

"Bridget's not going to do shit," Damien spat, "and I'm not in love with her." I stood up, my legs a little unsteady, but I kept my composure, the familiar tension between us like a live wire.

Damien's gaze flickered toward Rosalina, his expression darkening. "A guy in your club hit on me last night. I went to stitch up some idiot who got punched, and the bartender asked for my number." He looked at her as if daring her to deny it.

I saw it coming. Damien's brows knitted together, his eyes narrowed in a way that made the air feel colder. "Did you give him your number?"

"Of course not, idiot," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I kicked him in the balls with my Saint Laurent heels." A grin tugged at her lips as she perched on Damien's desk.

Damien smirked, the look predatory. "Good. And he's not going to be alive anyway. I'm heading to the boxing match between Christian and some poor bastard. You two need anything?"

"A knife to kill you would be nice," I replied sweetly, my voice carrying a venomous edge.

Damien's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. "You couldn't take me."

"I could take you down, no problem."

Rosalina looked at me with wide eyes, her voice tinged with shock. "Are you asking about taking his dick fully in your mouth?"

We both froze, and I groaned. "No, Rosa, I'm talking about taking him in a fight."

"Good. Because I'm not sure you can take all of him. All the girls in his club say he's too big, and the worst part is, I'm his fucking cousin! I have to hear about how good he fucks!" Rosalina's voice dripped with disgust, but it was laced with the dark humor we'd grown used to.