Page 20 of The Diávolos: Part One
When I’d figured out where she lived, I drove to her house and found no one in sight and no cars parked around the property. I was able to search the area with ease, finding every point of entry. I couldn’t believe Peter would leave his daughter unprotected after she was kidnapped by an enemy. But I’m not foolish enough to think he doesn’t have eyes in the sky. I hacked into her security system and linked it to my phone.
I pull out my device, search for yesterday’s feed, and I erase the footage of me creeping up to her bedroom. I had to climb the side of the house to get access to her window. Thankfully, I’m fit enough to scale a wall. I do the same with the one from this morning, when I walked up to her doorstep. Then, I send a text to my main hacker to override the data and make sure it’s not recoverable.
I’ve made a habit of coming here at night. I watch her, my heavenly woman, the brightest angel in the sky. Stars can’t shine without darkness, and in the darkness is when I’m most at ease.
But right now, I am at her house in the early hours of the morning. I can’t get enough. I’m obsessed.
It’s not a sweet, tender kind of obsession. It’s dark, twisted, and full of passion.
And when passion meets inspiration, an obsession is born. It’s maddening. I want to do every depraved thing my mind can possibly imagine to her. Rip her to shreds, uncover her inner demons, and piece her back together in a way that will leave her too damaged for anyone else, butperfectfor me.
I sense a darkness in her, one she tries very hard to conceal and it draws me closer. Her sweet smile and doe eyes might fool others, but I see right through the façade.
I want to unravel her and uncover her darkest secrets.
I want to possess her, make her mine, be her savior, even if she might feel like I’m her captor.
I started leaving breadcrumbs for her to find. Tokens of my obsession. And there’s one waiting for her right now outside her door.
I try to shake every goddamned thought of undressing her out of my head as I watch her notice the flowers. Her face contorts into a confused expression, but it smooths out once she picks up the note. My angel has come to expect these little presents. Sometimes I leave her notes, other times I surprise her with gifts, and instead of being scared, she accepts them.
She reopens her front door and gently sets the vase of white peonies on the entry table, but not before putting the note in her purse.
She steps back outside with her head up, shoulders back, and her perfect breasts covered by a cascade of dark curls, as she starts her journey down the road with a slight pep in her step. I was worried my gifts would scare her, but they seem to be giving her confidence instead. Her man-melting stride turns the head of everyone she passes. Her effect is dizzying. I can’t help but notice how in touch with, and in control of her body she is. It’s a fucking turn on. I parked on her street two houses down, hoping to get a good view, and I sure did.
Once she’s a couple blocks down the road, I follow, slowly trailing her into the city center, where a cluster of restaurants and shops are located.
She stops in front of the yoga studio, pulls out her phone and types a quick message. She lingers there a few moments, then starts walking toward a small coffee shop. Could she be going on a date? I would really hate for someone to interfere with my plan and force me to do something I have way too much experience doing. Although, I wouldn’t be against ripping the head off my competition and using his head as a hockey puck.That’s fucking dark. Even for me.
As she’s about to cross the road, she abruptly stops and turns around, as if to analyze her surroundings. She looks concerned and her gaze is pointed right at me.Shit.
I duck low enough to be hidden, but still high enough to see through my car window. She turns around and continues walking. She didn’t see me, but did she feel me watching her? Though I almost got caught, I feel proud of my angel’s intuition. She sensed me.What a good girl.
In the past weeks, I’ve learned so much about her. The amount of milk she puts in her coffee. The way she paces around her living room when she’s restless. The sound of her voice when she hums her favorite tunes while doing her hair. Her hobbies and pastimes. The places she visits. The coffee shops and restaurants she dines at. But most importantly, I’ve memorized her body language. At this moment, she’s on edge, and that makes my cock throb with anticipation.
I might live in the shadows, but I know everything that happens in Cebrene. The ins and outs, who comes and goes. Most of the time, I could care less about who steps foot into the metropolis as long as they don’t fuck with me. But as soon as I heard that the mysterious daughter of one of the Godfathers was coming back to town, I had to see it for myself. Curiosity got the best of me, if you will. A lot of shit happens in the underbelly of Cebrene, but nothing has caught my interest as much as she has. And let’s be real. I need a fucking distraction.
Angelica Kouvalakis will succumb to me. I will have her forever. Shewillbe mine.
“Give me a muse and I will spend our forever painting her with words.” –Atticus
I’m greeted by an armed guard as I approach my father’s door, and I squint my eyes in confusion. His soldiers are usually only stationed at the entrance of the gate and scattered around the property. This can only mean he’s expecting trouble.
The guard moves away from the doorway and gives me a curt nod as I enter the house. The housekeeper is visible from the hallway, busying herself in the kitchen, probably making refreshments for my father and me. She sees me and gives me a warm smile.
Eldora has always been kind to me. She has been around since before I was born and practically raised me after mymamadied. Sadly, I have more memories of her than I do my own mother.
I walk up to her at the counter and give her a big hug that she returns eagerly. “It’s always good to see you,agápi mou. You don’t come over enough.”
“I know, I know.” I sigh and bow my head, ashamed. “I’m sorry, Eldora. It’s not you. It’s…you know.” I bite my lip nervously, hoping she will understand.
“Angelica,” she says tenderly. She brings both her hands up to rest on my cheeks. “You don’t have to explain. I understand and I’m not mad at you. I just miss you is all.”
I tilt my head sideways and rest my cheek on her palm and close my eyes. Eldora has always been my calm beforeandafter the storm.
“Where’s mybaba?’ I ask.
“He’s in his office. He’ll be down soon,” she responds. “Sit.” She gestures to one of the stools tucked under the kitchen island. “I’ll make you some coffee.”
