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

Francesco pushed me to the bed and he slowly climbed over me till his face was almost into mine. I moved my head away from his direction. 


It was then he grabbed my right cheek and pulled my face back to face him. A mischievous smile played across his lips then he brought out his tongue which made me wonder what he had in mind with it. 


“Are you trying to seduce me now?” I whispered, my breath brushing against his face and I felt the heat giving how close we were. 


“Please, fall for the devil. He loves you.” Francesco's voice came out thick, his words running together. “Or don't you want to fall in love with the devil?” He asked after thirty seconds of silence. 


“I hate the devil. How can I fall for him?” I replied, my gaze fixed on him. 


“Then, show me how much you hate the devil.” His words melted into my ears. 


I hate you to the extent that I am already counting the number of days you have left. By the time you die, I will hate you more. 


29 ~ Please, Fall For The Devil