The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

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ering like the haunted memories of the high-profile t

same faces that had allowed me to lose everything just days before. My fists clenche

, knowing there were bi

ir was thick with tension, every step echoing in the silent space. Then, out of the

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ay, my chest constricting, every breath a struggle against the rising panic that threatened to consume me. I staggered bac

om me - was my mother. Her b

ogance that bordered on insanity. He stood there like a god, looking down on

The word tore through me as I cradled her body, my fingers trembling as

h a sadistic delight. "Isn't that the best surprise ever?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Perhaps

" My voice cracked, barely able to contain the storm within me.

ce, right? I never thought I would see you cry like this. After all, you've taken the same toll on others. What do you

aid nothing. I could barely look at him, my

d I." He paused for a moment, clearly savoring my pain. "I know what you can do, but I

move. "Damsel, I'm the leader of the Dante family - Mafia. We control the hardest drugs in the market. But it's not just that. There

unding in my ears. "No, Francesco.

e barked out an order. "Time's

body was weak, my spirit drained by the grief, and I could barely hold my

ing dragged away, out of my reach, disapp

lay in front of Francesco. With everything I had left, I lunged at him. But he was faster. H

open, my body limp. A primal scream tore throu

inctively went to my head, where the pain throbbed like a pulse, steady and unforgiving. The roo

ring its catch. "Hope the journey wasn't too stressful." He

"Do you think this is a joke?" My voice cracked, my

le never faltering. "I'm not here for

e hand, a tablet in the other. "Take this,"

! Stop whatever you're doing!" I struggled to stand, to escape him, b

liberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle from the t

cupping my chin with his cold, cruel hands. His fingers dug into my skin

sed in protest, but I couldn't stop him. The poison - Deadly Nig

r to

, watching with sadistic pleasure as

my mouth, and I could do nothing but cry. My vision blurred as

like a death sentence. "Sometimes, the person you once loved may end up

really was," I whispered, my v

e no comfort to offer you. Your little p

managed to say, my voice barel

ess is the key when you have a willful mindset. I kno

the words left my lips, doubt gnawed a

ured whiskey into a glass, savoring the slow, deliberate motion. He

by the devil's grace." My words hung

ing closer to the doom awaiting us both. But deep inside,

e wasn'

ould regret eve