Prologue

At the top of the nightclub "NIGHT" is the richest businessman of the United States( New York) and one of the biggest mafia of the same, Fernando walker 27 years old, 6’3” inch of pure beauty blond hair, blue eyes, defined eyebrow, thick lips, perfect chin of Greek god and strong body with muscles that jumped the elegant and expensive term he wore the desire of any woman was to be his bride, but he was known for being a womanizer change of woman as of clothes and a serious person that was never seen laughing before.

He looked at that beautiful woman who was the center of attention of the whole nightclub as she moved her hips glamorously and with such sensuality her red hair strong as fire, emerald green eyes, lips painted strong red that highlight her lips of normal size for the richest and most respected businessman and for all the men of this place she was 5’ 4” inch of pure temptation and danger, "Le diable" the forbidden woman that if someone touched or thought to possess this floor would be dyed with crimson like her clothes and hair.

Ever since he saw that beautiful redhead his greatest desire was to make her his anywhere, but not everything is easy in life losing his friend's friendship, a fortune and may even avid him and several of his men for this beautiful woman,was it worth it? For this redhead was the fiancée and future wife of one of his most influential friends and associates Marcelo Thomson, owner of the nightclub where he drinks and that redhead dances every night and tempts him to go and steal her away, not knowing what to expect for this redhead was anything but what she seemed.

A mystery "le diable" the nickname by which she is known or Amélie le pen name that Marcelo gave to everyone, such a businessman does not let anyone get close to her and anyone who dared to touch her would have to see the security guards of the place and the man would never be seen again or she herself would take care of the matter as the name says she was a demon.

Marcelo, a man faithful to Amélie who never betrayed her in all their 8 years of dating and commitment, a man with black hair that was always neat and tidy like a businessman's topknot, grey eyes, thick eyebrows that matched perfectly with his face, thick lips that any woman wants to kiss, the big muscles that bulged out of his term and a thin beard that made him more manly and more mature for his 26 years of age without a doubt with the square shape of his beard he was a kind man to his friends but to strangers he was a cruel and evil being who likes to see people suffer, to "lê diable" a somewhat cold man who liked to irritate her and who took care of everyone who tried to hurt her.

In the midst of these dangerous men " lê diable" engaged one of the men and the obsession of the other.

Fernando

Looking at that beautiful redhead, I ask myself for the thousandth time the same question.

-It's worth it?...I take another sip of the whiskey seeing how all the men in this place see her, but no one has the courage to go. There comes her owner, my friend Marcelo, comes close to her and seeing how she rubs herself against him and his erection makes me very angry and seeing how he says something in her ear and the lustful smile that follows he takes her out of the club to where he doesn't need to be a fortune teller to know where they went, thinking about how he's going to make her his and thinking about her screaming his name makes me so angry that I end up breaking the glass in my hand.

- this is the thousandth glass you break, give it up from afar you can see how they both love and desire each other, but don't be sad, we're all sad and almost crying because Marcelo has tremendous womanizing with him. He says this with irony with a sad face to mock my face and then a laugh that takes me out of my mind and I feel like hitting him.

I leave there furious, what Fabio said is true, everyone here wants her but no one but Marcelo can possess her, since she and her "le diable", that name couldn't be better on her, since she can cause the death of many people, and war and take you to hell.

I leave the nightclub to my car and tell David to take me home, in the middle of the way it comes to my mind the day I met this redhead, how to forget that day I saw her for the first time 3 months ago.

Flashback

I am in the VIP room having the most expensive drinks in this place with my partners and friends, Fabio my best friend, Marcelo a friend that is a little distant but always helps and is very involved in our business clean and dirty, Mario another partner who just knows who we really are, of course we could not miss the bitches for each, Fabio standing dancing with 4 handling one and kissing another, Mario as well as I sitting with one in the legs and another on the side touching all of her, I take a look at Marcelo serious as ever and drinking sitting without any "company", being the owner of this place where the meseras themselves insinuate themselves to customers has none on his legs,always with that look of not wanting these women according to him do not come to the feet of his fiancée and only love.

We are all curious about what kind of woman made Marcelo forget about the others, since I met him 8 years ago he talks about this bride that nobody knows.

-When will we have the pleasure of meeting the woman who has you neutered for all the others hahaha. No doubt, Fabio and the gossipy little wife of us all.

-Soon, very soon you will meet her. He says with his usual idiotic poker face.

-You look like a neutered dog, what kind of man just gets off on a woman. I skewer with disdain as I begin to think he has a different kind of taste.

-You should... Mario stops talking halfway through and looks dumbfaced looking up at the glass that lets you see the whole nightclub with the dance floor the counter and the polydense pipes libre for anyone who wants to dance.

-What an idiot's face.

When I turn around I'm surprised and then excited just to see this redhead moving sensually in her short red dress with a V-neck that lets you see her breasts and her bare back showing the tattoo of a phoenix with its wings spread out in the middle of her back and her tail ending at the end of her back, it drew attention but not more than her body moving sensually and stealing all the attention, From up here I could not see her face very well she was on her back but from what little I saw she seems to have a pretty face, she will be mine tonight no matter what it takes I can pay whatever price it takes for her to sleep with me, I give a smile for what I thought.

- "Le diable" . Marcelo says giving a smile of satisfaction and lust, I do not understand why he calls her "the she-devil" in French, until a man comes close to her and began to rub up against her which made me angry because she is mine ¶at least tonight¶ my conscience says what the bottom thinks, when the man tries to hold her waist she takes him from his arm and bends him until he breaks the sound of the man's scream is heard throughout the nightclub and a cocky smile comes out of the mouth of this beautiful redhead.

-I came to dance only, but anyone who wants to have a limb broken can try to lean against me and they will end up like this man." pointing to the man who is still on the floor screaming in pain. He finishes saying.

She says with a French accent that is evident, and continues dancing as if nothing has happened, the security guards take the man out of the nightclub, seeing this incessantly I say.

-Le diable ? When Marcelo laughs, looking at me.

-I present to you my fiancée is the only owner of my *** ...he says this placing his hand on his friend below him...Amélie le pen.

He points to the redhead, and smiles with an arrogance that makes you want to break his face.We are all silent, Marcelo passes by all of us with a smile on his face and walking with prepotency.

-What a hiding he had that big woman. He says with a surprised face I can't deny I'm surprised too, how?and when?of course I know the answers but I always thought he lied about his fiancée.

-Mario, I can give you three reasons why he didn't introduce her to us earlier.

-Say it, Fabio. I look at him blankly.

-The first is Fernando, the second is Mario, and the third but not least is the one that steals the heart of any pretty girl. I give a cocky smile, Mario and Fabio start laughing.

I stand on the right side of Fabio and Mario on the other and we continue watching as this redhead dances,we ignore our " companions" not to call another name. It's more than clear that the waitress are not happy and with angry faces especially Wendi and Maria.

-Now I know why he always went to France and takes care of business there. When we see Marcelo going where the redhead to do what the other man wanted to do.

-I think she won't recognize him and will end up worse off, may even without offspring hahaha.

-Mario wants to bet how much she'll recognize him and kiss him. Fabio and his bets he always loses and I hope this is not the exception.

-I bet 100,000 that she will recognize Marcelo.

-bet. Mario and Fabio shake hands to close the bet while I watch as he gets close to her.

-Then don't cry, Fabio.

-Mario says, "Shut up, it's show time".

At that moment I ignore what they were saying and watch as Marcelo approaches the redhead and does what the other man was doing.

-It's time to win the bet. Mario is very confident and sings victory before the count.

To everyone's surprise and Mario's misfortune the redhead lets herself be handled and even rubs her *** against his erection, when she turns and looks at him with a big smile and kisses him by putting her hand on the side of his face which creates a little suspicion but soon ends when he gives his hand down her back to her *** squeezing the when it gets there, and then kissing her neck to which she shows a satisfied face.

-Since I won, Mario, now you owe me a hundred thousand.

-I wonder how she recognized him, I wonder if they are in love that much, it looks like they are going somewhere private.

When I watch as he pulls her out between kisses, my face shows my displeasure, envy and anger at what Mario said. She had to be mine tonight and now to see her go somewhere private with Marcelo makes me angry and Fabio, Mario preserves

-What's wrong with you, Fernando? You look like you just lost your favorite toy.

-Fábio doesn't stop his bullshit jokes. I leave there looking like a few friends, taking Wendy with me. I am going to take all my anger out on her tonight and take her to one of the rooms in the nightclub.

Fernando

Looking out the window of my workshop in busy New York as always, when I look at the sunset with that reddish color it reminds me of that damned redhead who never leaves my thoughts, when my secretary comes through the door moving her *** excessively.

-Mr. Walker you have an appointment at the Beauty & Essex restaurant in half an hour. She says this with a seductive smile.

-Let's go. I put on my coat and we leave.

My driver was already waiting for us when we left the company, on the way to the restaurant she kept raising her skirt so I could see her legs, but I ignore ¶why? Three months ago you slept with her¶, and when I wonder why ever since this redhead arrived, I only sleep with women who look a little like her...

-Chief is here.

After an hour of trying to convince this idiot to give me his money, I got it, but he doesn't know that this one hour will cost him dearly.

-We can go to my house, Mr. Walker is very late.

My secretary's honeyed voice makes me realize that it's 8 o'clock at night, late she wants to take me to bed that's for sure.

-What do you think?

I get in the car and tell the driver to go to the nightclub and leave her there, if she wants someone to put out her fire she can wait around the corner for someone to show up.

-Mister, the nightclub is closed.

-You can leave that I'm a friend of the owner.

I enter through the parking lot door since all the others are closed, I go towards Marcelo's garage, there is no one here now, just the employees.

-Hi, Fer. Wendi comes jumping on me giving me a kiss on the mouth to which I responded.

-Why don't you call me more when you come.

She changes her hair color to red, I give her a mocking smile, until she wants to look like her.

-Because you want to look like something you'll never be. Her smile disappears in a matter of seconds.

-I AM A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN THIS ANYONE and you know damn well how good I am in bed.

-Yes yes, now I have to go talk to Marcelo. Of course she's good but how many men has she had to lie with, I protect myself so I don't catch some disease or get a surprise from a fetus on the way. I let go of her grip.

-Someone's with him, how about we have some fun for now. She bites her lip, looking me up and down, I ignore her and walk straight past her as she screams, and I just think that at last I'll be able to see her face to face.

Ever since I first saw her I've wanted to talk to her ¶and take her to bed¶, but Marcelo is a son of a ***** who looks like he knew the plan, Fabio said he protects the wolf in sheep's clothing from the wolves, the thing is he just said she was his fiancée and future wife and wouldn't let any of us get close, so either he doesn't have the confidence of the size of his friend under him to hold someone or he doesn't have confidence in her loyalty.

I am a few steps away from the door of Marcelo's workshop when the door opens.

-Ne m'attends pas, mon amour.(Don't wait for me, my love)

She opens the door and stamps her face on my chest which makes her go backwards and unbalance by her heels so she doesn't fall.

-Qu'est-ce que c'est!(What is this!)

When she looks at me her anger disappears and our eyes meet her mesmerizing eyes are green like a light, which would give you to know what she is thinking in these few seconds staring at us, when I realize that our mouths are inches apart, just one push and that mouth will be meow, why not... When I think about bringing her a little closer.

-Michelangelo n'a pas montré cette sculpture .(Michelangelo did not show this sculpture) She scans me down, her gaze seems to be *****, her gaze stops between my legs, she bites her lip and quickly slips out of my grasp, I feel an emptiness as she slips out of my arms, I don't know at what moment Marcelo stands up and appears at his wife's side and takes her by the waist and she gives a smile. It seems that Marcelo became alert with me in the workshop.

-I might know who is the wall that almost leads me to see Morpheus. With her French accent and a smile

-My love is Fernando, he is my partner and friend. Fernando I present to you Amelie le pen my fiancée.

-Enchanté.(nice to meet to).She extends her hand and I shake it and notice the diamond on her finger.

-Marcelo interrupts me

-Marcelo interrupts me, "What brings you here so early Fernando. From the looks of it Marcelo is building the wall so I can't get to the princesses

-I didn't know you weren't welcome here. I say this with a dry and defiant tone to which Marcelo raises an eyebrow and challenges me with his gaze.

-Calm down guys, what kind of tension is this? If you're going to fight, I'd like it to be about something more relevant? he says something in her ear and she smiles and looks at me, shaking her hair and the V-neck of her dress to show more of her breasts. When she finishes she gives Marcelo a kiss on the cheek and heads for the door.

-au revoir monsieur Fernando.(goodbye mister Fernando.)

-You're leaving so quickly, I'd like to know more about what Marcelo's famous fiancée is like. I say this with a dry tone and some debauchery on the part of promised.

-I don't have time to stay like an old woman gossiping about life if it's not for something interesting I'll leave the gossipy old lady talking to my fiancé. She walks straight past me and continues on her way, she left me with the word in my mouth. Before closing the door she says

-Ne m'attends pas, mon amour. (Don't wait for me, my love.).Blowing him a kiss and a wink before closing the door. I stare at the door, when I hear the laughter of Marcelo heading towards a mini bar in the workshop I'm not sure if he's laughing at me or at the situation.

-Hahaha Fernando Fernando if it ever crossed your mind that I hid Amélie for fear of a betrayal on her part you are going rotten wrong or that I was afraid one of you would steal her from me..he pours two glasses of whiskey for me and him. I was wrong too...he gives me one glass and drinks the other in one gulp...I just didn't introduce her to you so you wouldn't embarrass yourselves in front of her.

-Hahaha She doesn't seem the type to make us embarrassed.

-She and Lê diable, because she is a demon who likes to make fun, and play like rats of those who to her "I am of no importance".

-And how you won her over.

-From the looks of it, Amélie is not wrong with the "old gossip" thing, I just want you to know that I will protect her from anyone who comes near her, no matter what the cost.

-That's a threat my friend...-He pours another glass and takes a sip...Of course not you are my friend and I know you wouldn't want your friend's wife.But what is the matter that brings you here so early that you haven't told me.

I got up from my chair and walked around the shop.

-I got up from my chair and walked around the workshop, "I came here to find out about the shipment that leaves tomorrow, I don't want there to be any problems.

-Don't worry I will go to the port tomorrow to check everything personally, that's why.

-Of course, because there are millions at stake. Once that's cleared up, I leave. I drink everything from the glass in one gulp and leave the glass on Marcelo's desk, face him for the last time and leave the workshop without saying goodbye.

It's more than clear that this was a threat. I leave the nightclub and get in the car and tell him to go

-We'll see Marcelo which way the band plays or "le biable" goes.