DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES

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ing over the letters on each page, drinking each

the screen displays the private profile of my previous target; Josie Davis. It

strike Josie's name off my list. When I lift my hand, the paper becomes branded w

me to mind. Barely minutes after I began our sess

th a big dick and l

t with a big frown which deepens further when I see my broth

k immediately after

and you have been avoiding my calls, Kri

priority, then something is about to go awry. I kn

aking great care to not lash out at him. I'm wrappe

ue on the line before he answ

ply curtly, trying to

ke your way back here. We need yo

anger but if he can, I don't give any fucks

e point here. We're losing ground, Kristoffor. The other families are sensing weakness. What more? I caught wi

urn to my tasks. I made a promise not to go home until I find all of them an

tand. I just need you to keep everything under c

ors. You're too far removed from the business. Y

esponsibility pressing once more

this unde

ts, Kristoffor. She's dead, deal

y blood to boil. The pen in my grip bows and snaps

Move. On." The last words are ut

retort. I might be the Don of the

g moves. It'd be better if we begin with strategic moves of our own before they

bring my enemies to their kn

results now and we can't afford mist

e line g

or same time that it opens to reveal one of my men. His face doesn'

," I order in

usly. His eyes flit around the

e more time and I promise you, you'll be palming one o

down on my words and that know

can't be found.

Why not? He has been my main target for month

. What if he had gotten information abou

act stupid. If he has escaped, your job is to look for him ev

g from his face. His mouth opens an

fool. "Did you mess up again?" Slowly, I ri

s his gaze measures the distance between us. "No. B-but, when we

hink is a wise decision to protect himself from my rage

you co

tremors of his hand, I take it to behold the mutila

d with regret and pain. I hurl the phone against the wal

k this! I was supposed to end that psycho mysel

o go through a slow, torturous suffering that

resuscitate him if his heart stopped halfway through our

outh as I punch the wall over and over until I hear the sicke

and it simmers down to a slow boil. I'

most a squeak. My head t

up to the size of saucers. He looks like a terrified p

w. What you desire is still possible."

nts me to, it trips off. My anger dies down totally as I

thankfully, his legs do not give out on

eeling one bit remorseful for it. I take my

rson pi

the whole place is tidied and my things are r