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

Seeing Marshall stand in front of me again, the strength I had gathered all these while just drained out of my body. Sweat glistened on my brow and my heart couldn't stop beating fast like a freight train. 


“How is this possible? I pushed you myself.” There was a rapid vibration in my voice. 


He shot me a sarcastic glance as he said, “That was what you think. Yes, you did push me off the cliff but… Here I am. Ta-da! You must have hit rock bottom.” 


“Brinda… Don't fall for it. He is trying to trap you.” Bullet said with a tone devoid of emotion but my mind was faraway from where I was. 


Is this the same person who promised that I would get over these same men? 


“Brinda!” Bullet's voice came cracking like thunder, shaking the air. She shoved me to the left and a few seconds later, I heard her grunting. 


As I turned, I saw Alice behind me. Her face was twisted in a snarl. Her hands, raised slightly above my head and she was ready to make me her prey. 


27 ~ I Can Only See Destruction