Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

Vitiel

VIP lounge. It was a private club, supposedly neutral ground for th

rm was draped along the back of the seat behind me-ne

l display. This is

stal. The Capos were laughing, while the soldiers stood like statu

out!" someone sho

heaved onto the central

s had written letters to their future selves. It was a stupid tradition, so

weat break out on my neck.

re!" Marco, one of Dante's soldie

ece of paper. "Sofia... w

he room. Sofia wasn't here

d out another one. He unfo

, then at Dante. The drunk

manded, taking a slo

shifting uncomfortably.

straight ahead, my nails dig

d, his voice lower, leav

of the room. But today, he looked at me. He saved me from the riot in the East End. He doesn't know my name, but I know his. I lov

t was heavier than the bass, louder tha

a naive girl with a diary. Now, those words

ssion was unreadable, but his eyes were wide, stunned. It was the first time

mouth to spe

idn't ring

ike glass. Dante flinched

ked at me again, searching my face, loo

rang again

d, the tension palpabl

ed. He put i

through the quiet room. "They have guns! I'm at t

. It was replaced instantly by the m

he table shook. "Marc

d, my voice ba

oving, checking the clip in his han

ed at me over his sh

ming after him. The room was suddenly

The rain had stopped. I l

tol-whip a bouncer who was too slow to get out of his way

ched

ding truth of my love for him. And the moment an

. He rushed out because he couldn

he table. I tore it in h

s into an ashtray a

Dante," I