Page 18 of The Devil's Fire

I let out a small whistle as I continued to read the article, completely impressed. This was taking the word powerful to a whole different level, only poking my curiosity even more in this mysterious Devil going by the name of Damiano.

A knock on the door jolted me out of my current Google search. I closed my laptop and headed for the door, knowing it was Michael on the other side, ready to take me to my father’s mansion.

“Wow, hey there.” Michael looked stunned as he gazed at my dress. “That dress is… hot.”

“Thank you.” I grinned. It was a tight red wine-colored dress, and it hugged my figure nicely. And of course, I had to finish it with a pair of red bottom stilettos to complete the look.

“My lady.” Michael did a dramatic bow and offered me his arm. I chuckled and linked my arm with his as we made our way out to his dreamy Aston Martin.

“Can I drive your car?” I asked. Michael laughed as if I told the funniest joke.

“That was a good one, Thaia.” He chuckled as he opened the passenger door for me.

“I meant it.” I said, and he looked at me for a long time, trying to see if I was serious or not.

“Ha, nope!” He erupted and ushered me inside as I gaped at him.

“I’m an excellent driver!”

“And I don’t care!”

“I promise I will drive like a granny.”

“No can do. This is my baby.” He caressed the steering wheel gently, and I let out a scoff at him for being so dramatic. “You can be the DJ. I never let anyone be the DJ.”

“Wow, what a privilege.” I let out a sarcastic smile. “I don’t want to be the DJ. I want to be the driver.” I was hoping he would get tired of me nagging and would give in.

“I want to be the driver!” He mimicked in a high-pitched voice, and I gave him a blank stare.

“I don’t sound like that.” I frowned, then sighed in defeat. Michael just grinned and switched the music on.

“This is my favorite song!” Michael yelled and cranked up the volume. I looked at him in shock as he started singing to BlackPink. How was this man, a member of a Mafia, singing at the top of his lungs to BlackPink? When he noticed my surprise, he dimmed the volume.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? You sang every single word in Korean without missing a single syllable!” I exclaimed.

“That’s because I kind of speak Korean now.” Michael said proudly. “I was exploring one day, and I stumbled upon Koreatown. I ended up eating a shit ton of food, and I kept going back so much that they just know who I am now. I made a few friends and learned the language.”

“Aw, look at you being such a foodie.” I teased, making him chuckle. “Hey, now we can talk shit about people without them knowing!”

“Wait, you speak it too?” It was his turn to be surprised.

“Why are you surprised? I’m the one who listens to K-pop and watches K-dramas. I’m just not allowed to listen to or watch anything Korean-related around Cara. She’s a killjoy when it comes to that.” I snickered.

I had a phase where I only listened to Korean music and only watched K-dramas. And I may have talked non-stop about the dramas until she became fed up with me and banned me from ever talking about it near her.

“Typical Cara, so uncultured.” He shook his head in amusement, and I seconded.

We came to a stop in front of the mansion, and as usual, a few of my father’s men were outside on duty. Michael helped me out of the car at the same time a sudden loud screeching and revving sound of a car rang out in the air.

The car was racing fast towards us, and my eyes slowly widened when I thought it would hit us. But it made a harsh stop before it could.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael mumbled as we both stared at the car.

“Holy shit!” I looked in awe. It wasn’t just any car. “Tell me my eyes are deceiving me, Michael. But is that a Bugatti La Voiture Noire in front of us?” Fuck Michael’s car. This one was a sexy beast. This car was probably the closest thing to a real-life Batmobile. All black, shiny, and so sexy.

The car door opened and who emerged from the driver’s seat?

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