Caged By The Mafia King

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urled into the air, mingling with the rich, unmistakable scent of blood. The body collapsed with a sickening thud, limbs splayed awkwardly, a river

n unreadable. The man had begged, bargained-his pleas had filled the room moments

merely inhaled, slow and deliberate, blinking once as

sidual smoke. His expression remained impassive, calculated, as though this act of violence was nothi

he turn his at

ing calm, an unshaken authority that seemed to command the very air around him. But Isabella did

the pool of blood creeping across the marble. "Not what you e

studying him just as he st

It was the kind of smile that sent shivers down weaker

st of amusement flickering across h

amusement flickered, replaced by something more calculated. His dark gaze swe

oice dipped lower,

contact. "People die eve

, taut and expectant. "And how man

seeping toward her shoes, then met h

lmost appreciative. The threads of an unspoken challenge wove between the

round her, suffocating yet oddly intoxicating. His hand lifted, fingers brushing a stray stra

to step back, refusing to show weak

ingers trailed the edge of her jaw before withdrawing, leavi

teady and unshaken.

hed with something darker, somethi

er, a grim testament to the life stolen in that very moment. It s

it d

chilling. She might just be safer inside this

ing the moment. A knock-firm, urgent-resounded through the doo

, called from the other sid

ched as something flickered behind hi

r, his voice dangero

and yanked it open. The second he stepped out, the doo

se quickened.

at was a good thing or the beg