The Devil's Syndicate

Four of them. One of me. Who will give in first? It started when they stole me from my life. The daughter of a crime lord who ruled with an iron fist. The heir to a family of blood and ruin. They left only a whisper of a name in the air. Il Diavolo. A man whose reputation preceded him. Ruthless. Merciless. Cunning. The one they called the Devil. He was as beautiful as he was terrifying. Except I wasn't scared of him or his three friends. They might want to use me in their quest for revenge, but they picked the wrong girl. Or maybe I was the right one and none of us knew it quite yet.

Two become three. Lies, lust and betrayal. Who will fall first? It started when I chose to remain with them. The ones who took me from my life and changed all the rules. The chains binding me to my family loosened their hold. Little did I know that by taking me, Quinn and his friends began the long process of setting me free. And even as I got closer to the boys, the past always held us back. Keeping our feelings at bay. The questions plagued me. Where did my loyalties lie? Who could I trust? And the biggest one of all.

It started when they betrayed me. The ones who I’d come to trust. The ones I was starting to love. My world flipped upside down, and nothing is as it seems. Everything was unravelling before my eyes, tearing us apart whilst pulling us closer together. I’m caught between two worlds: the one I grew up in and the one I’d started to forge with the boys. Everything came to a grinding halt when long hidden secrets came to light. The truth changed the rules and made us realize nothing in life is ever as it seems.

It started with an impossible choice. One I had no wish to make from a person I’d only just come to know. So many of our decisions had led up to this moment. Perhaps it was the way we’d come together that threw my life so off balance, leaving me with the final say in a matter I wanted no part of. We had to draw up the battle lines. Change our fates. Or we’d all crash and burn. It wasn’t a case of if we’d fight for survival; it was when.

It started with the war. The war we’d wage upon the very man who’d raised me. The war that would either tear us apart or keep us together. We’d finally found our way to each other. The five of us gave in. It’d been inevitable from the start. Desire had forged us, but it was love that set us free. Made us into what we were. A family drenched in blood.