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A Devil's Deal With Mafia Tycoon

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1167    |    Released on: 22/08/2025

perwork multiple times, b

ze, and his fingers moved

nswered the question he never asked. "And he'

in hand," he said. "So w

take me where I needed to go, getting my own groceries and carrying them up the stairs, having to do my own laundry and make sure I did

think I already know the answer." He shook the glass and took another drink. "Men say women are complica

ed in this deep conversation with a stranger, feeling a conn

oxic. "I don't text back, and I like to stick my dick in a lot of places

He was brutally honest, that if we left the bar together, I wouldn't hear from him again. He would probably be gone before I woke up in the morn

r voice an opinion. Just

ack. Tightens his grip when h

ave you bee

uple

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with. Said it didn

orward, cupping his knuckles in the other hand, t

re were others.

elieve

I wanted to curl into a ball in the corner. It disgusted me, thinking about where h

bing his knuckles like they w

any ad

ven when he sat down because he had a foot and a half

. What's yo

is eyes flicked away for the first time.

cross the bar with the endearment, but Bastien pulled it off like it was my ac

rust is like glass. It takes time to heat and temper, to make it transparent for both parties to see through. But once it's shattered, there are so many broken pieces on the floor that

ered from a ship, a disappointment so hea

then you don't have anything. He betrayed his word when he betrayed you, so he betrayed himsel

bar to have so much depth, to be more than a

on't know if you can believe him. A man should treat a woman with the same

ike you've been in a

at it takes-and I haven't found a woman worth the effort. Probably never will. Not that I'm loo

locking any motion to legally separate, showing up at my work and my apartment,

ys have a

t know my

me a hard stare. "And I kn

ow

e up his neck despite the ink that covered his skin. He had a skull right at the center of his throa

ck naked and deep inside me, his fat dick making me come with minimal effort. I knew he had

his ego, and he seems

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“I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his.”