The Devil You Love: A Mob Romance, #3

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 3 and the finale of The Devil You Love Mob Romance Series!

I bought the daughter of the man I came to kill.

I'm a devil with a lifetime of sins behind me.

She's an angel in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But that won't stop me from buying her.

And it won't stop me from making her mine.

ROMA

I'm a hitman.

I'm used to taking what I want.

But paying for it?

Out of the f**king question.

Until her.

Felicity was a jewel I could not pass up.

She was never supposed to be here, at this flesh auction.

Especially not on stage.

Under the spotlight.

Bare for all to see.

But that just made it hotter.

I wanted her for myself.

And for my mission:

Killing her father.

But the longer she's in my grasp…

The more I start to realize…

I might have gotten more than I bargained for.

FELICITY

They sold me.

Like a piece of f**king meat.

This can't be happening.

I keep expecting to wake up from this nightmare.

But every time I open my eyes, it's the same thing:

HIM.

The hitman.

The killer.

The beast who bought me.

Staring back at me with those steely, unblinking eyes.

His hands by his side, capable of breaking me as soon as he decides he wants to.

I don't know what he plans to do with me.

What sick and twisted game he intends to play.

But the tension between us is becoming unbearable.

I'm his slave.

Utterly at his mercy.

And the truth is…

Deep, deep down…

That's exactly how I want it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393918844

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The Devil You Love (A Mob Romance Book 3)

By Claire St. Rose

I bought the daughter of the man I came to kill.

I’M A DEVIL WITH A lifetime of sins behind me.

She’s an angel in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But that won’t stop me from buying her.

And it won’t stop me from making her mine.

ROMA

I’m a hitman.

I’m used to taking what I want.

But paying for it?

Out of the f**king question.

Until her.

Felicity was a jewel I could not pass up.

She was never supposed to be here, at this flesh auction.

Especially not on stage.

Under the spotlight.

Bare for all to see.

But that just made it hotter.

I wanted her for myself.

And for my mission:

Killing her father.

But the longer she’s in my grasp...

The more I start to realize...

I might have gotten more than I bargained for.

FELICITY

They sold me.

Like a piece of f**king meat.

This can’t be happening.

I keep expecting to wake up from this nightmare.

But every time I open my eyes, it’s the same thing:

HIM.

The hitman.

The killer.

The beast who bought me.

Staring back at me with those steely, unblinking eyes.

His hands by his side, capable of breaking me as soon as he decides he wants to.

I don’t know what he plans to do with me.

What sick and twisted game he intends to play.

But the tension between us is becoming unbearable.

I’m his slave.

Utterly at his mercy.

And the truth is...

Deep, deep down...

That’s exactly how I want it.

Chapter One

Felicity

For two days, I live in a world of darkness. I am moved from car to boat, from boat to plane, from plane to car, and finally from car into an elevator which descends deep into the earth. The elevator lurches as it goes farther and farther down.

Mr. Black has left me in the hands of his goons, but he ordered them not to touch me. And if I’ve learnt one thing over two days of listening to his men talk, it’s that they all fear Mr. Black. I’ve heard them say he can kill a man with the nod of his head. Judging by the ease with which he transported me from France to here—wherever here is—I believe them.

When the bag is pulled from my head, I squint against the light. It’s only a bulb which hangs from a loose wire, but to my eyes it’s an explosion. After a time, my sight begins to adjust. The bag has only been lifted over these past days to shovel food and water down my throat. Even when going to the toilet, it was with one of Mr. Black’s men propping me up. I blink twice, my eyes watering, and look around the room.

There isn’t much to see. A small rectangle of a cell with a thin-mattress bed, a sink, and a toilet. The air is thick and musty. I feel like I’m underground, like the entire weight of the ceiling could come crashing down at any moment. The cell door is made of solid metal, with a tiny slit at head-height and a trap door in the bottom, presumably for pushing food in.

I go to the slit and look out. One of Mr. Black’s goons stands outside. His face is much the same as the others, squashed and inscrutable, his arms huge. A scar runs from his neck up his chin and onto his lip. I wince as I imagine what could’ve caused such a mark.

Hello, I say.

He stares at the wall, not registering that I’ve spoken.

Excuse me!

Nothing.

I’m talking to you!

I might as well be shouting at a brick wall.

I retreat into the cell, flopping onto the bed.

Cogs within cogs turn in my mind.

I try to straighten my thoughts, but it’s difficult. My chest aches, but that has nothing to do with the way Mr. Black or his men have treated me. My chest aches when I think of Roma. Like it or not, I was falling for him. Falling hard. I slept and I dreamt of his eyes, his stern face, his handsome good looks, his capability, his strength, the security he seemingly gave me. I think of the sex and even now, despite everything, my body longs for the touch of his. I try to kill it. He betrayed you. The record is stuck in my mind and the words have no effect. He betrayed you! I know he deserves no excuses, and yet I try and find justification.

It’s his work. It’s who he is. Maybe he came onto the yacht with one intention and left with another. Maybe the smiles and the touching and the closeness and the sex are not meaningless. Maybe the love you felt blossoming inside of you was, truly, blossoming inside of him, too.

But even if that’s true, I can’t bring myself to let it go. Circumstances or not, the fact remains that the only reason he bought me on that wretched yacht was so he could kill my father. My father. The only parent I’ve ever truly known. A man who wants to do good in the world. The man who’s shown me so much love over the years. Dammit . . . my father!

Roma, I think. Who are you? Did you feel anything, ever? Or was it all a lie?

I can’t know, not here, and it’s killing me. I force it aside. I can’t ignore the heartache, but I can focus on other things.

Like how the hell I’m going to get out of here, for one.

When it comes to that, I have nothing. At no point during the journey did I feel like there was a weakness in Mr. Black’s organization. I was handled carefully, but impersonally, the same way men would handle an expensive antique. Nobody showed me any sign that they pitied me, would want to help me. Perhaps I could kick the door down, with enough effort. I laugh grimly. Even if that was true, then what? That big brute out there isn’t exactly going to step aside and let me prance out of here.

I stand up, feeling restless. I want something to happen, something which would