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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

“There is no better time to enjoy the death of an enemy's ally than in the early hours of the morning. Do you agree, Marshall?” Alessia’s voice rented the air which after she and Marshall laughed wholeheartedly. 


The whole room was filled with laughter as they had just achieved their goal. Marshall danced around for a while still using his stick. Obviously, a trick he has under his sleeves to make Alessia work with him which she had fallen for. 


“I always knew you were the perfect woman for the job.” Marshall dropped a positive comment. Alessia raised an eyebrow though with a smile on her face. “Really! I mean it. The Santini’s never miss their target.” 


“Celebrate less. One target down. One more to go.” Alessia smirked. “Until I don't kill Francesco myself, I won't stop this mission.” 


34 ~ Love Destroys, Not Strenghtens