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Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle from the table. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way. Guess I was wrong.”

His words cut through me like a knife. He crouched down in front of me, cupping my chin with his cold, cruel hands. His fingers dug into my skin, forcing my mouth open, and I gasped in horror as he tilted the bottle.

The liquid slid down my throat, burning, choking. My body convulsed in protest, but I couldn’t stop him. The poison — Deadly Nightshade. I had used it before. And now I was forced to take it. 

A year to live.

His smirk deepened as he let go of me, watching with sadistic pleasure as I gagged, my hands flying to my mouth.

Tears stung my eyes. The bitter, metallic taste of death filled my mouth, and I could do nothing but cry. My vision blurred as the poison coursed through me, but I couldn’t let go of my rage.

Francesco’s voice was low, almost gentle, as he spoke the words that felt like a death sentence. “Sometimes, the person you once loved may end up killing you,” he said, the twisted satisfaction in his voice unmistakable.

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But surrender is never simple in a game of power, revenge, and dangerous desire. Because this man doesn’t just want to own her — he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash.

And the most terrifying part? Find out!

The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

“And you…” Marshall ranted. “You couldn't find her? She's just a fucking weak female.” He shouted before he shot one of his associates who stood a few metres away from him in the head. 


Marshall had an outburst after he clearly instructed his men to kidnap Brinda however they couldn't. He wanted to use her as a pawn to get Francesco to subject to his clutches. 


“And you?” Marshall turned sharply to the other man. The man shook his head and stretched his arms to Marshall, pleading. “You deserve death.” Marshall predicted before he shot the man in the head too. The man let out a loud cry before he dropped dead. 


The third man in the room quietly went on his knees. “Don… I will get her next time. Right from this minute, I will search for her.” 


Marshall smirked before he shot the man in the chest and it missed no way to his heart. “I don't give second chances as I'm not a fan of it.” He retired to his sofa and crossed his legs over the center table. “Scar!” 


19 ~ Shades Of Marshall