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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

I can't believe the mysterious man outsmarted Bullet and I. While we ran away from the hotel earlier, the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if he was a harbinger of secrets and hidden truths. 


His very presence seemed to command attention, drawing someone in with an irresistible force, like a moth to a flame. He had almost the same personality Francesco has. 


“I guess he's gone. We have to head back home.” Bullet said while tapping my shoulder. I let out a sigh as I watched the mysterious man vanish from my sight. 


The journey back home was peaceful because I already fell asleep and a hand tapped my cheeks before I flipped my eyes open though they were still heavy with sleep. 


My eyes darted around and it fell on Bullet who snapped her fingers right in front of me. “We are home.” 


“That fast?” I asked, my voice accompanied by a loud yawn. 


33 ~ Didn't I Just Tell You? I Am Death