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disbelief as her ha
rying to process wha
tand up to me, let alone get
orite plaything. "
ed up her pantie
ting to downplay her actions. The only reason she was still
neered. "How could you make
you'll have to learn how t
ped back, "I quit then. I'm no
y blocking her path. "You want to leave? You clea
Your mother will continue receiving the best treatm
he questioned, "What? Are you going to keep
re the devil
kly. "Is that
oser with newfound confidence. "Y
rting to irritate me. How dare she call me the devil? I ha
s hospital payments at a critical time, yet she still
bed. "I am not your
you want
ted, startling her. Instantly,
ed my back, quickly dressing before calling o
ly when a woman gives herself to me willingly. Many might label me a sadist,
in my thoughts. I still couldn't wrap my head a
re. I caressed my beard, recalling how she
control, but feisty girls a
ghtmare by that time; it's just that it had been over three years since I last had that kind of nightmare in the middle of the
killed men with my bare hands? My name rings a bell in the city, and everyone knows what I'm capable of. As the first and only son of my father, I inherited the man
o be strong and ruthless; being cold-blooded runs in the Bianchi family, and I just can't help it.
arily a test phase as usual; I just got pissed at the playground and bullied my bully. However, surpassing my father
ss in the Bianchi crime family, but after they murdered my fiancée, Alessia, in
r, and they know I won't stop
t a ruling mafia boss shouldn't be married-except if it was an open marriage. I was about to break that cy
ssia's death, I haven't been able to forget her. Well, I don't think I will ever forget her. I just have a coping mechanism of calming ev
body with trembling, gentle hands while
Seeing people writhe in agony makes me happy, and any Morano-be it a child, a woman-anyo
lid through my drawers
shooting practice to relea
t and submitted to me, I wou
dream. My chest felt tight, and a bead of sweat trick
t insecurities and traumas, forcing me to confront how
room. I had a professional meeting with some political heads. I don't just run my family's drug shipments, clubs, or gang
urberry suit. I needed to be very professi
approached my garage, I pa
grasped the handle. I wanted to e
t escape; I knew she couldn't
ng a poker face. My eyes scanned the