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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

Francesco stormed into the living room accompanied by the few men we had left after Marshall's associates ambushed our men and hijacked the tankers. 


Now, I'm beginning to fear for my safety. If Marshall's associates could have crossed Francesco's men and Francesco left the house earlier in anger to confront his rival and still came back furious, it can only mean one thing. 


The thirst for blood was unsuccessful. What exactly happened? 


“Brinda,” Francesco called out to me. 


“Yes, Don.” I answered like a willful cat, obviously not trying to anger him more. 


“Get me a bottle of wine and chilled water.” He ordered before he hurried up the stairs to his room. His men all retired to their room. 


The house was just an eerie silence. Everyone's mood has been altered by the recent happenings in just two hours. 


Bullet's life hangs in balance and Francesco just lost a lot of his men but how is that my concern? I have no connection with any of them. 


22 ~ Once Bitten, Twice Shy