Richie~Banks

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

We willed our legs faster towards the parked truck behind the blue painted building ahead of us. 


Francesco had informed us earlier that a truck would be leaving for Marshall's hideout at exactly one in the morning. 


Getting to the truck, which was already moving slowly, Bullet hit the back of the truck and ensured the door opened with a little sound so as not to attract the drivers. 


Just when we were about to climb into the truck, it came to a halt. We stared at each other for a while, prepared for the worst. 


We stilled our bodies when we heard footsteps approaching us. I tightened my hold on the knife in my hand as I faced the left while Bullet concentrated on the right side. 


Then, I heard a grunt from Bullet's side. Before I could think of assisting her, another man showed up in front of me and tried to hit me on the back of my head. 


26 ~ Who Dares To Save You?