The Devil's Claim
's underworld, where fortunes were won and lost in a single breath, the real power didn't l
She didn't belong here. Yet here she was, standing at the
cigars and whiskey swirling in the air. Men in sharp suits lounged in the dim lighting, their conversations filled with sha
art of it sat
ed black suit that molded to his frame like a second skin, he exuded control. The world bent to his
leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled
ooth like expensive whiskey but carrying an under
ord tasted bitt
y on her tongue. She hated asking for a
asn't quite a smile. "Help alwa
he knew better than to let it affect he
e here if I h
m him. "Then sit," he said, voice sti
o the plush chair. The leather was cool against her skin, but
n silence before speaking again. "You're the daughter o
ettis and the Romanos-a war that had left bodies in its w
the past. She was here
aid, keeping her voice ste
in his glass before taking a sl
g into her palms
e between them was suffocating. Finally, he exh
he murmured, "what
e Moretti never did anything out of kindness-he was a bu
was about to
to meet his gaze. "
rved into a slo
e had no idea what sh