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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

“What?” I inquired, shocked at the question Don had asked me. 


Hours ago, I asked the question but now… He threw the question at me. Should I actually tell him what I think or I should lie? What have I put myself into? Would he accept the truth from me or would he prefer a lie to satisfy his ego? 


I let out a sigh. “You love her. It is obvious. Even a blind man can see it.” I retorted, but with my head bowed. I dare not look him in the eye. 


His tone answered my question today. “How dare you? What did you say?” He thundered, his voice a baritone of anger and fury mixed together. There was even every bit of cruelty in it. 


I raised my head a bit to see his angry face. I looked sideways because he was just too furious to look at. Just then, the echo of his footsteps filled the room as he closed the gap between us. My chest tightened as it grew louder and closer. 


36 ~ Make My Body Drip With Blood