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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

The past few weeks have been nothing but stressful as I and Bullet overworked and trained ourselves in order for Francesco to have a higher hand in the battle between him and Marshall. 


I have been following Francesco to his office and working as his secretary which has been tiring, coupled with the constant visits of Charlotte Kavanaugh. 


Despite the chaos and trouble, I have been adding the grinded bottle into Francesco's food and water or any other type of things that would go to his stomach. 


Bullet suddenly pulled my hands and our back hit the wall. That way we were able to hide from Marshall's men who were on the lookout. Francesco had sent us to get the crypt key again. 


“We need to succeed this time,” Bullet expressed, tapping her fingers gently on the wall. 


23 ~ Punishment For Failed Mission