The Mafias Twisted Obsession

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gh my fingers again, but this would be the last time. No matter how far he ran, I would find him. The we

sir?" the d

apped, my fi

t sneaking glances at me in the rearview mirror.

d before speaking. "Now that you've got t

not taking her when she turned eighteen. I had been there at her lavish birthday party, watching from

houghts. He was one of the few people I al

ets everything she ne

of my estate, Mario scrolled through his

ent. The vehicle rolled to a stop, and before I co

Eric's men," Mario informed

s of my jacket. "They should've t

nd. A trusted friend of my father's. The man had been an ally-or so I had thought. My stomach twisted with

pon yourself, trait

men holding him. "Tell your me

were always loyal to my f

l never serve

rk chuckle. "T

women! Is that why you kidnapped that bitch?

collided with his jaw. My patience had run thin.

will join you. But first, I'll make sure your wife knows what a lying,

drew my gun and pressed the barrel to

," he

"You picked the wron

d the t

hrough the garden, b

figure at the entrance of the garden. Co

fixed on the lifeless body before her. Before I c

" I barked at Mario and then turn to th

, sir. The door has been locked si

e cut in. "U

side of the house-where a

sharply. "

*

LINE

back into drowsiness, but something-someone-was in the room.

. The man fr

was shi

into one another. A bleeding rose stood out, vivid against his skin. The image

ling," he murmured, his deep Itali

as sharp, demanding. There were a million questions swir

uld rest

, throwing off the covers and marching toward th

he ordered, voi

N

ack-only to hit the door. Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my wris

down. "I'm not used to disobedience. Learn to

ight gone? My fingers curled into the sheets in frustration as he retu

ce was steady, but the fear was creep

be dead," he said simply. "As

deserves

"We all di

arrowed my eyes. "What's that saying..

from him, amused. "You

hed out, his fingers brushing my l

I want

You're more of a psycho than I

ting fiancé," he

out that? Was he the one who sent the photos? How much di

you're talking about.

making. It's not t

, but doubt clawed a

glass and took a slow sip of wine,

aline," he said smooth

cold. "I belo

a dark smile. "That's

if I r

do it the

hrough me. "Wh

nd out soo

t before leaving, he glanced over his shoulde

. "What is your n

rked.

icked shut

. That name... why did it sound so familiar?Kaiza.Kai