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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

Bullet rushed into the lift and punched the policeman in his jaw. Brinda joined in quickly and knocked two of them out. When they were done, Bullet pulled out her gun and shot the three policemen on their chest. 


“What the fuck have you done?” Brinda's voice raised to a questioning one. 


“Really? Are you dumb? They have seen our faces. If they are alive, the police will find us once our faces are sketched.” Bullet retorted after smacking Brinda in the head. 


The latter let out a loud sigh. “We can't go back. There must be more down there.” 


“Attention everyone. Kindly remain in your hotel rooms. A murder had just been committed and the murderers are on the loose.” The announcement came from the speaker hanging a few metres away from the ladies. 


Bullet held her chest tightly but Brinda grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the stairs. The differences between them dropped drastically as they glided down the stairs. 


32 I Must Survive