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A MATCH OF MURDER AND DECEIT
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2025-06-21 00:29:47
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KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A WORLD OF DESIRE
The warehouse still reeks of gunpowder and blood. Corpse lie strewn across the earth, motionless. The atmosphere is heavy with smoke, and the sounds of gunfire continue to resonate in my ears. But none of it is important-since I am in his embrace. Raymond grips me firmly, his fingers digging into my back as if to confirm my existence. His heartbeat is rapid and erratic, resembling a person who has nearly lost something valuable. However, I am the one who ought to be scared. I ought to be frightened. I ought to view him as if he were a monster. Instead, I am holding onto his shirt tightly, clinging to him as if he is the sole thing preventing me from breaking down. And perhaps he is. His hand reaches for my face, raising my chin upward. His silver eyes glow with an enigmatic darkness, something elusive. His jaw is tight, his lips a bit open as if he intends to speak but is unsure of how to express it. I am the one who speaks first. "You ended their lives." It is not a query.
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A MATCH OF MURDER AND DECEIT
The evening atmosphere is calm. Excessively motionless. I perch by the window, observing the far-off city lights flicker like scattered stars. The mansion is hauntingly quiet, and it sends chills down my spine. Raymond has been out taking care of business, and I ought to feel grateful for the time I have to myself. However, something feels off. A brisk wind stirs the curtains, and I tremble, even though the air is not chilly. It's the type of quiet that signals an approaching storm before it arrives. I brush away the discomfort and rise, extending my arms. I'm feeling paranoid once more. Existing in a Mafia environment has caused me to doubt every silhouette. However, I feel secure here. Nobody can get through Raymond's guards. At least that's my belief. Just as I face the door, the power goes out. The room is engulfed by darkness. My breath sticks in my throat. I wait, wishing it's just a brief blackout, but deep inside, I realize it's not. This is something different. Some
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A LOVE DRENCHED IN BLOOD
Raymond arrives late that evening, his arrival resembling a tempest battering the estate's walls. I can hear his footsteps before I spot him, heavy and intentional, resembling a person bearing the burden of a hundred wrongdoings on his back. Upon entering the room, his shirt bears stains-not from wine, nor from ink, but from blood. I become immobile. Not that I'm unaccustomed to this view, but each time I see him in this manner, it triggers my memories. It makes me remember who he is. What he performs. Whom I am falling for. Initially, he ignores me, going directly to the whiskey decanter at the bar and pouring a glass with the effortless skill of someone who has done this countless times. The space between us grows tense like a bind. I inhale unsteadily. "Did you... commit another murder tonight?" Raymond halts his drink momentarily, his gaze darting toward me. His face remains unchanged, yet the room's temperature decreases. He places his glass down gently with a subtle c
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A LINE WE CAN'T UNCROSS
I'm uncertain about how long I remain there, gazing into Raymond's eyes, my breathing still irregular from the kiss. The outside world seems distant from this room, like a dream that has faded from my memory. The only sounds I perceive are my heartbeat pounding in my chest, his calm breathing, and the lasting resonance of the moment we just experienced. An embrace. Not merely a kiss. A kiss that transforms everything. A kiss that leaves a trace-an unseen wound I know I can never remove. Raymond observes me intently, his deep eyes shimmering with an emotion I can't identify, something that should instill fear in me. However, fear is the least emotion I experience. I sense- God, I can't even identify my emotions. I ought to distance myself. I need to create space between us, act as if this never took place, act as if I don't have these feelings. However, I am unable to. Since he continues to hold me. The heat of his hands on my waist makes it hard to forget that he just kis
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A UNIQUE BIRTHDAY EXPERIENCE
The initial sound I perceive is music. Not the gentle, remote melody of a tune coming from the radio. No, this is boisterous, forceful, intense-a fusion of trumpets, drums, and voices merging into a magnificent symphony that shakes the surrounding atmosphere. My eyelids blink open, and for a brief moment, I'm trapped between the blurred traces of slumber and the strange reality before me. The door opens wide. The unexpected light bursts in, exposing a procession of musicians entering my room. The profound, resonant thump of the drum reverberates in my chest, the victorious sound of trumpets cuts through the air, and a vocalist's voice ascends above everything else. "Wishing you a joyful birthday!" The noise is overwhelming, yet I hardly register it. Due to the emptiness of my mind. Totally and absolutely empty. I rise, the gentle sheets gathering around me, my breath catching as my eyes scan the room. And that's when I notice it. The sheer opulence-the stunning view-renders
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON MINE?
The impact of his words remains in the atmosphere long after he has departed. My lady. Who is talking? Or am I just imagining this? Could this be Raymond, my dear, how? I don't understand. The manner in which he expresses it... assured, definite, unquestioned. As if it's a truth, as if it has forever been a truth, as if it will eternally be a truth. I grasp the window sill, my hold so firm that my knuckles hurt. My heart is pounding within my chest, and regardless of how many breaths I draw, I can't calm it. I feel a warmth throughout my body, as if it's turning against me, responding to something I ought to resist. Since I ought to decline it. I ought to have yelled at him more, should have tossed something at him, should have clarified that I am not his. However, I didn't. For the reason that the reality is... I'm uncertain about what I am now. A Battle Within Myself I walk around my room with my arms crossed, feeling frustration building up within me. This is insane. I
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