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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

As the iron belt cracked against his skin, I felt a thrill run through my veins. I stood tall, my eyes fixed on the man before me, his back now a canvas of crimson stripes. 


“More, Bullet. I want more!” The sound of his ragged breathing filled the air, and I felt my own breath quicken in response. 


I took a step closer, my eyes drinking in the sight of his broken skin. A drop of blood trickled down his spine. I reached out a trembling hand, my fingers tracing the path of the blood. 


Why does he get to feel pain, but I am the one who has to live with the memories of what he has done? Never! I will just make his life more miserable. 


“It is beautiful. Just as you had instructed, Don.” I whispered, my voice barely audible. 


He groaned, his body tensing beneath my touch. I felt a surge of power run through me, and I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. 


37 ~ Don't Stop Till I tell You To