DEVIL'S SIN
A Dark Mafia Romance
The city came alive at night.
The sound of cars beneath neon lights, loud music spilling out of clubs, fear lurking at every corner — this was the city's true identity. Here, people smiled during the day and died at night. And those who survived were either devils themselves… or slaves to one.
The devil of this city was Zayden Cross.
People spoke his name in whispers. The police feared writing it in their files. Other mafia bosses lowered their heads when he walked past. Power was not something Zayden possessed — power was his nature.
His car stopped in the basement of the tallest building in the city. Black suit. White shirt. No tie. His eyes held no emotion — only cold control.
"Boss," his right-hand man, Rafael, said while walking beside him,
"Deal is done. Three men were left alive."
Zayden stopped.
He slowly turned to look at Rafael.
"Since when do I leave people alive?"
Rafael's throat went dry.
"It was a mistake."
Zayden said nothing. He stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut.
A gunshot echoed behind them.
For Zayden, it was normal.
Death was routine.
Mercy was weakness.
His penthouse was dark. The city lay beneath him like a toy. He lifted a glass of whiskey, took a slow sip, and stood by the window.
"People die for love," he said to himself.
"I kill love before it kills me."
He didn't know it then…
That in just a few days,
love itself would come knocking on his door.
Chapter 2 – The Girl Who Didn't Belong
Aira's life was simple.
Work in the morning. Work in the evening. Exhaustion at night. No big dreams. No grand expectations. She worked at a small café in the city — a place where wealthy people didn't just drink coffee, they drank secrets.
There was innocence in her eyes, but life had never made her weak. She was not someone who lived with her head bowed.
"Aira, table seven," the manager shouted.
She picked up the tray and walked toward it.
And that table…
Belonged to Zayden Cross.
It was the first time Aira saw him.
For a second, her heart forgot how to beat.
He wasn't handsome — he was dangerous.
His eyes looked like they could expose lies without a word.
"Coffee," Zayden said without looking up.
Aira placed the cup down.
"Sugar?"
Zayden looked at her for the first time.
Most people couldn't withstand his gaze. Aira felt it too… but she didn't step back.
"No," he said.
"I like bitter things."
A faint smile touched Aira's lips.
"Then the coffee suits you perfectly."
Zayden froze.
No one had ever spoken to him like that…
Not once.
Aira turned and walked away — unaware that she had just captured the attention of the most dangerous devil in the city.
Zayden kept watching her.
"Rafael," he said quietly,
"Find out her name."
That night, for the first time,
the Devil didn't think about killing someone…
He thought about claiming her.