The Devil's Vow

They say monsters don't exist. That the stories whispered in the dark are just tales meant to scare little girls into obedience.

But they were wrong.

Because Adrian Costa is real. And he is far worse than any nightmare.

They call him Il 'Diavolo' The Devil. The man who rules the Italian underworld with an iron fist, his name spoken only in hushed tones. He doesn't just kill; he destroys. Leaves nothing but ash and fear in his wake. He is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about the one you never cross, never look at, never breathe in the presence of.

And yet, I did.

The moment my eyes met his, my fate was sealed. I was no longer my own. He didn't need chains to keep me captive
his presence alone was enough to bind me, suffocate me, consume me.

I should have been afraid. And I was.

But the most terrifying part?

I wanted him anyway.

Because beneath the violence, beneath the shadows that clung to his soul, there was something else. Something dangerous in a different way. The way he watched me like I was his greatest temptation. The way his touch set fire to my skin.

He was a devil wrapped in an Armani suit, and I was the foolish girl who thought I could survive him.

But in Adrian Costa's world, there are no happy endings.

Only possession.

And I was about to learn that once the devil takes you, he never lets go.