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

I held onto the briefcase in my right hand like my life depended on it as I moved around the people finding their way to their different destinations on the streets. 


The past few days of my life have been nothing but hell. Francesco wouldn't control the devil inside him and I had been a pawn to his dark side. All he did was to punish me just for trying to seduce him. 


I am bothered with two things though. One, he hasn't asked for the crypt key nor has he taken a step that is hideous because I have kept my eyes on him the whole fucking time. Two, there has been no attack or signs of Marshall even while I tried to track him down. 


I glanced at the timer in my head. Just five minutes left. I have to deliver the goods in the briefcase and leave the area quickly. 


As I turned to the street on the left, I was greeted by the faint smell of alcohol that rented the air but I kept a straight face and remained vigilant. 


30 ~ The Devil's Dark Side