The Devils Vow

e presence. Even the cold breeze that drifted in from the open balcony doors could not clear it. It mixed with the acrid

He dominated the spacious office not through speech, but through the fact that he did not ne

t poured from his forehead, mixing with the blood dripping from the gash above his eye. His snow-white

been powerful. Be

hing more than

crystal like liquid gold. His movement was slow, deliberate, his every step planne

. "It's an easy thing, really." He looked up, his eyes holding Luca in a

idn't betray you." His voice was harsh, desp

AC

the gunshot

g barrel of his gun under Luca's temple. The bullet had not hit him, but the warning

wly with a languorous, almost fluid motion. He walked towards L

beside him, L

te instructed, hi

he lifted his head. His puffed, bloodshot eyes

to one side, his expression unreadable. "What did y

I

on, he closed his hand over Luca's throat, holding tight but contr

is fingers clawing up Dan

lying traitor." His arm clamped about his throat more tightly for half a second before he re

a's confession. The evidence had been right in front of him,money transfers, c

even, quite

red no ins

A

g lifelessly to the floor. A single

l over the ro

ing more than the next item on his agenda. And then, with no other glance at

f him," he

beyed, dragging Luca's dead body out of the r

s like these were inevitable. Power bred jealousy, and jealousy bred betrayal.

his cigar when his ph

wn nu

nknown numbers very frequently, those who had nu

coursed throu

d anyway.

th

h

me,

him, though his fac

ened to spill. His fingers ti

ena

per of a name he hadn't spoken in years. A name that had

his existence as if she had never ex

ars on, she has the t

lling whisper. "You got som

ath on the li

oice sent hair standi

dn't ha

ld. "You walked, dolcezza. Left me. Now

le

h

d your

d. Hard, dar

ng. "You disappear for years, and

es

locked

en, in the softest,

ey're going

was

ity, the world,

, his muscles coiled

use.

brot

d turned

dropped from his

r five years. He had seen the

killingly calm, "what the

he could

cre

tru

shat

houted, his enti

ne wen

there was noth

Dante

to me," he ordered them, hi

tepped in

ive, if the one man to ever d

wasn't a

declarati

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