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18 | Bloody Mess
NiMarieHello my beautiful readers. My apologies for the delay. I work at a tax company that works 6 to 7 days a week. But I have posted a few spoilers and sneak peeks on my dīscord. Please feel free to join that or Mademoiselle Marie's Boudoir on F. B. for my latest updates or sneak peeks. As you can tell, things are getting kind of wild. What are your theories about what is going to happen? Also do you think Padrino should trust the Russians? What do you think is going on with Isa? XOXO.
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*TRIGGER WARNING* . . . *I'M SO SERIOUS | YOU'VE BEEN WARNED* *Alberto’s POV* I walked into my basement as I rolled up my sleeves. The room smelled—reeked of blood, sweat, and piss. As it should, of course. My men surrounded Santoro’s already bleeding figure as he hung from the ceiling by his arms. “I hope he’s awake already,” Francisco hissed from behind me. “Because I’m itching to have some fun.” “Me too, Fratello. Me too.” I said as my men opened a path for Francisco and me. As soon as Santoro heard our footsteps, he lifted his head and smiled at us cockily. I really hate the fūcker. Him and his son. “It took you long enough,” he stated calmly before spitting out blood to the side. “You’d think he wouldn’t be so cocky when he’s going to die,” Francisco hissed as he ripped open his shirt. Unlike me, Francisco tended to prefer to have his shirt off when things were about to get extra bloody. Me? The more blood, the better, and I could care less if my clothes was d
Her Forbidden Desire 20 | Exhausting
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* “Get me a doctor,” I hissed over my shoulder before one of my guys turned to get one of the doctors we had on call in here as instructed. I was honestly surprised that Santoro had held this long without passing out, but if we don’t treat his wounds soon, he may die on us, and I still had lots of fun planned for him. Not to mention that he still hadn’t talked. Motherfūcker. Which reminds me… I turned towards the torture table and wiped the blood off my hands before reaching for my phone. I quickly pressed on the message button and found exactly what I was looking for. Or hope to find, that is. Petrov: Let’s talk before I give you a location. Call me when you are ready to talk. I gripped my phone tighter as I exhaled. 5 4 3 “What’d they say?” Francisco asked me as he peered over my shoulder. I sucked on my teeth before pressing the call icon and lifting the phone to my ear. Petrov answered on the first ring, not allowing me enough time
Her Forbidden Desire 21 | Tested Patience
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Her Forbidden Desire 22 | Broken Moments
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūcking traitors,” Francisco hissed under his breath as we continued to listen to all the bottom feeders strategize against us. Even with the masks, we knew who was who. I had my lucky knife in my hand while I opened and closed it like a lunatic as I listened to those assholes. Fūck it. I’m a lunatic and I’m proud. “So any idea when we are moving in?” One of them asked Ventura as he scratched his beard. Isa’s eye twitched as she glared back at the asshole, but Santoro placed his hand on her exposed thigh and squeezed it hard, earning a soft gasp to escape her lips. I stopped midway closing my knife while I watched them tensely. “Do you need help controlling your bītch?” Ventura asked Santoro with an amused smile. “I’m going to fūcking kill him,” Francisco sneered under his breath before holding his hand out to stop me from jumping to my feet. “That makes two of us,” I muttered back, already calculating every way to make him bleed. Santoro pulled Isa on hi
Her Forbidden Desire 23 | Light in Darkness
*Alberto’s POV* Heaven. Most would say that men like me will never make it there. And while that’s probably true, my definition of heaven is completely different. Heaven is a place of peace, where all of our past no longer matters. A devil like me has never found peace until my angel was born. At first, I adored that little girl as her caregiver, her godfather, the man that swore to draw blood at the shed of a single tear on that perfect face of hers. But as the years progressed, and a woman stood before me, I was doomed to the obsession that took over my mind, body, and soul. And though I fought like hell to stay away, I soon realized that she was the peace my soul sought out. My heaven. The light to my darkness. And when you reach heaven, you want nothing else. You hold on to the light for dear life. So when the light is extinguished, possibly ruined for eternity, the darkness becomes all consuming, suffocating to the point of death. Death is the only way to find the light ag
Her Forbidden Desire 24 | It’s Time
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Her Forbidden Desire 25 | Bloody Memories
*Nikolai’s POV* ~A little before Alberto’s POV~ I moved through the building quickly, hoping that I could get by without being spotted. Vladimir had given me minutes to get to the beautiful woman before hell broke out. I needed to make sure she was safe. She reminds me a lot about… I swallowed thickly as I pushed the memories to the back of my mind. We didn’t have time for that. My jaw ticked at the thought that I had to sit back and watch everything they did to them for nothing because we never found out what happened to our sister. She was still missing. The biggest buyers, who probably had answers if she was still alive, were supposed to show their faces tonight, but never did. And now, we will be back at square one after this attack. Ебать (Russian: Fūck) I was sure I’d be able to find her location before this point, but I was beginning to think that Ekaterina was really dead. “Hey Russian! Where are you rushing to?” Tank chuckled at his own joke, making me roll my eyes.
Her Forbidden Desire 26 | Deadly Relief
*Alberto’s POV* The knife pierced the air too fast for him to move out of the way on time. I didn’t bother watching the knife meet its target as I withdrew my gun and shot the two assholes on either side of Ventura. A single shot to each in the head was all it took before the others around them raised their guns in response. Edgardo and Aurelio were ready to cover me, but Petrov and his men surrounded Ventura’s before placing their guns to each of their heads. They all lowered their weapons, knowing that they were done for. Ventura grunted before pulling the knife out of his shoulder and turning to glare at me as he dropped the knife to the ground. I took dangerously slow steps towards him as his cut-off words repeated in my mind. Whōre. Whōre. Whōre. Only I can call my angel a whōre, and that’s only when she’s choking on my cōck. But Ventura? Fūcking prick is a scumbag that shouldn’t even breathe the same air as my angel. Grinding my molars, I circled him, ready to slit h
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