ps- im sorry i havnt updated in a few days, i have exams so im kinda stressed though i will try to write whenever i have spare time







chapter tweenty



' what the fuck is peace?'

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who would've known that two months after being brutally robed of my freedom and kidnapped by three psychotic mafia men that I would sit across from them at a fancy dinner grinning like some third grade girl who's crush had just said 'hey' to them?

suddenly I wouldn't.

'' how are you feeling love?'' Dominic asked worriedly for the hundredth time since I started my periods. he had practically clung to me for the past two days like I was going to die from it. and currently I was sitting in his lap with his arms secured around my waist.

'' oh no I think- I'm dying- blah'' I fell back dramatically sticking out my tongue faking death knowing he would catch me and sure he enough he did. '' ha-ha so funny'' Lorenzo chimed in sarcastically.

'' I know right? I should be a comedian, I could ad you three to my show as my goo to jokes'' I added feeling awfully bold. they all chuckled.

and that made me feel incredibly proud for some reason. like I was a child seeking approval from them. '' your glowing '' Alessandro complimented.

'' excuse me?'' I countered confused. what the hell was that supposed to mean'' I mean your smiling, laughing and looking beautiful as ever so I just automatically connected you with the sun, our little sun so yeah glowing '' he rambled and I couldn't help but to chuckle.

'' you think I'm pretty ?'' my entire face beamed.

I wasn't quite used to compliments. not ones that wasn't creepy that was. Or from strangers. they all turned to me as if I had asked a outrageous question '' darling haven't you looked in a mirror? You're most beautiful person alive'' Lorenzo spoke confidently.

I felt like crying as I cursed out my hormones. '' why are you crying? '' Dominic asked instantly worried again. '' your making my heart melt and my hormones are shitty bastards that make me want to cry my damn hart out'' I whined.

thank god we had a private section of this restaurant so no one was around.

'' aww is our little baby so happy she's crying?'' Dante cooed a sinister smirk playing on his lips '' bet we can make you cry happy tears in other ways too, perhaps more physical ways'' he said smugly.

oh fuck me.

literally, metaphorically, in any way actually.

'' we're in public'' I remind him. I'm not going to touch any of them like that in public and I'm on my period so they wont be touching me either-

a moan escapes my lips when nicks lips attacks my neck sucking on my sweet spot right below my ear- '' oh god'' I breathed once I felt Lorenzo's hand on my thigh. Dante lips kissing my other side of the neck as I watched wide eyed when Alessandro dropped to his jess in front of me pulling up my shirt trailing soft kissed up my stomach.

'' no god can hear you here lillith, in fact no one can, why do you think we have a private section if not to please our little angel?'' Dante whispered in my ear making my entire face flush up as I leaned back into nic feeling overstimulated.

'' as if any god would listen -'' Lorenzo tsked. '' - when she's surrounded by devils'' he added sinisterly.





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I've never thought about peace much.

why would I? I was born, raised, and taught by the mafia. by the don and donna of the Spanish Italian mafia. or rather I watched horror unfold from afar. at least for a little while I was allowed to.

and then it became my duty to preform said horror.

I thought peace was a fictional thing.

obsession does a lot of things to you. I knew I was obsessed. I loved that way. me and my brothers all did. how could monsters love any differently? than to obsess so much their entire worlds revolts around their obsession?

we found ours.

and now ? oh all the things she made me question about the world.

I couldn't even mention them all even if I wanted too.

she made me question if truly good people existed, if finding home in a person was real, if art was more than just paint on a canva, if books were more than just woods written on paper.

if peace was something I could find.

cause right now I swore I felt at peace, my arms wrapped around her waist as she laid half on top of me her hand in my hair, her other on my chest holding mine as her head laid there too and her leg was thrown over mine.

her soft breath driving me insane as it fanned my skin.

'' good morning baby'' I spoke softly trying to wake her up before I took her right there and then. '' shut up Enzo its too early'' she mumbled lazily burying her head in my chest as if it would help.

hadn't she been half asleep and inexperienced with all of the things me and my brothers usually did to women I would've spanked her awake. but she was so goodman cute right now and I honestly didn't want her to let go of me.

not yet.

not now.

not later.

not ever.

I wanted her to cling to me forever.

like I knew we would cling to her.

if she thought she could ever leave us she was fucking mistaken, she was our from the day we saw her. there were nothing to debate there.

ours.

fucking ours.

like we were hers. if she asked we would drop to our knees beg, and pray. like a cult of devils worshipping a goddess.

we would be her most loyal devils.

only hers.

but she was our lillith.

no matter if she wanted to or not.

she was ours.

only ours.

our beautiful, perfect, sweet lillith. with the red little devil on her shoulder. what a perfect being she was.

oh lillith what have you done to us?