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Ten years ago, Tessa Landon watched the boy she loved hauled away in handcuffs for a crime he didn’t commit. She rebuilt her life, buried the past, and learned to smile again. Two weeks before her wedding, Pierre comes roaring back—armed, merciless, and no longer the boy she remembers. He is a king of the underworld; a name people whisper. Loving him again means stepping into a world where passion burns like gunfire and loyalty demands blood.
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THE PSYCHOTIC MAFIA'S OBSESSION 018
TESSAI sat beside Pierre during breakfast. It was the first time this week we ate together. He had been so occupied with *work* that he barely had time for me—not like I wanted otherwise anyway.“What’s wrong? How is it?" He asked perceptively, having noticed I took a drink of water after every spoon.I shook my head and patted sweat off my face with the back of my hands, wondering how he ate with no worries. Oh, right—he hated noodle casserole and hadn't requested for a serving. The meal was spicy, extra spicy. And I'm sure you must have already guessed right.I had ulcer which fueled my dislike for spicy food, but I wasn't going to complain, fearing what he would do or say to the chefs.“It's… really delicious,” I struggled to say, breathing from my mouth.Pierre looked at me with doubt, before refilling my glass with water. “Is the food too hot?" He asked with his usual serious tone, watching me gulp down half of the glass.I nodded with hesitation. Besides, he wasn't one to be fo
Last Updated : 2026-01-04THE PSYCHOTIC MAFIA'S OBSESSION 017
PIERRE The drive to the docks was silent. Antonio sat in the passenger seat, checking his watch at regular intervals—not out of impatience but habit, till we finally reached the industrial sector at exactly 3:00 AM. The Northern Outfit was a massive, poorly-ventilated structure near the edge of the pier. It was their main import hub, and everything illegal that entered the city passed through this building at some point. Tonight, that ended. I was going to render it a graveyard for their inventory. “The perimeter is clear,” Antonio reported, monitoring his tablet. “Three men are stationed at the front entrance, five are patrolling the back. Thermal shows seven more inside.” “Kill the guards and plant the C4 on the structural supports,” I instructed, stepping out of the SUV. “I want the foundation leveled so they can't salvage a single item.” Nikolai stood beside me, his eyes scanning the surrounding for any sign of rival reinforcements or a counter ambush. After all, caution
Last Updated : 2025-12-22THE PSYCHOTIC MAFIA'S OBSESSION 016
TESSA A dull, persistent ache pulsed through my body, but my hands took it the hardest, numb and covered in blisters. “Ouch, it hurts,” I hissed as Miriam dabbed an antiseptic on my palm. “Sorry, Ma'am,” she whispered, trying to be more gentle. Caterina stood beside us, holding a first aid kit. The room had been cleaned up, and the antiques were replaced. “I’ll never forgive Pierre for this,” I muttered more to myself than them. They didn't respond. They never did when I spoke ill of him. And as a matter of fact, their silence was a testament to the fear he commanded. At that moment, the door opened, and Pierre walked in. “Speak of the devil… literally.” My mind screamed. Miriam stopped cleaning my wounds. She stood up, both maids dropping into a curtsy. “Good morning, Don.” I rolled my eyes, feeling a sting of rage. Not the kind that made me want to scream or break things; I had already tried that and it landed me in this state. It was the kind of anger that made m
Last Updated : 2025-12-22THE PSYCHOTIC MAFIA'S OBSESSION 015
Rafael Salvatore. How did I not see it coming? Of course it was him. He was a good friend of Don Alejandro, or so we thought. Hence, it would only be proper if I paid him a visit myself.The Salvatore mansion was a twenty-seven minutes drive from the estate. It sat on a hill, enclosed by high stone walls and a wrought-iron gate, while still under the watch of armed men who stood far apart.The gates opened before I reached them, and even after I’d successfully cleared the security detail, cameras tracked my car as it climbed the long driveway.Don Rafael had been in the game for decades. He was late middle-aged with the kind of money that spoke of generations, not luck. A vineyard stretched out behind the mansion, row after orderly row. It was more than land to him.I insisted no one came with me.A small plane circled low in the sky, evenly distributing what seemed like pesticide. The engine droned steadily the entire time.I adjusted my cufflinks as though this were a business meeti
Last Updated : 2025-12-19
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