The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Brinda “What did you say?” I asked, my eyes darting around nervously. My voice trembled, betraying the fear that gripped me.“What did you hear me say?” He replied coolly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know you’ve been poisoning me, not long after I forced you to work with me.” He sank into the chair opposite, his tone casual, as if we weren’t just talking about the very thing that could end my life.I dropped my head, avoiding his gaze.I was caught. There was no game left to play. The end had arrived, and with it, the realization that my time might be running out too.You’re stuck, Brinda.So it was true — when I thought I was being clever, trying to seduce him and slip poison into his food, he knew. But he had let me.“Francesco,” I said, mustering the courage to speak again. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “You knew I was poisoning you. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you stop me?”“Are you regretting it now, Damsel?” He leaned back, his voice mocking. “What happene

Bullet's gaze was unyielding as she faced the Russo brothers with a stare down. The backdoor of the car she alighted from opened and a pair of a lady’s red shoes appeared. A few seconds later, the figure came out of the car. Francesco's eyes shone brightly as he watched his mother stand before him cladded in a black tight-fitted costume. Her hair, packed into a ponytail style. She narrowed her eyes towards the Russo brothers who had an irritated look on their faces. She smirked as she made her way towards them. The Russo brothers' men raised their guns at Elizabeth but she did not flinch. Every step she took was with resilience and her eyes were sharp. When she finally reached them, she smiled. “Why are you both here? And after how many years?” Leopard, the second of the Russo brothers, spoke but his hands remained in his pockets. “The Lioness has arrived but is she afraid to see us or does she remember our father?” “Your father?” Elizabeth scoffed. “How dare you talk abo

Brinda I never knew that my hands and body would move so fast apart from when I went on missions to kill and obtain other items. My heart raced fast as I shoved the last piece of my mother's most loved item into the backpack in my left hand. I rushed to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and brought out the safe I had kept the crypt key. I was still in the middle of thinking of whether I should take it along, leave it or toss it somewhere Francesco would find it easily when I heard a loud bang outside. No one needed to tell me. I’ve got company. I need to escape. As fast as possible. I dumped the safe into the backpack, zipped it and hid behind the kitchen’s door. I slid my right hand into my pocket and brought out a pistol while my left hand held the bag firmly. As I prepared myself for what was to come, I had nothing else on my mind than… To kill. To slaughter. To send whoever came after me to the jaws of death. Just then, the screeching of another set of cars out

BrindaI took half the length of Francesco’s cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, teasing him. But that wasn’t enough — not for him. A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he pushed deeper, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me with measured control.“You’re damn good, Damsel,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “But you can do better.”A challenge.Determined to make him come undone — to make him forget every other woman who had ever touched him. Bullet included — I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I swallowed more of his length. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and the sound sent a wicked thrill through me.His hips moved, thrusting slowly at first, testing my limits. The heavy weight of him pressed against the back of my throat, and when I coughed, his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place.“Fuck…” He shuddered.I pulled back with a loud, wet pop, gasping for air. His eyes, dark and predatory, gleamed with something dangerous.“Nice j

Marshall’s eyes darted around the dimly lit room, tension crackling in the air like electricity. “I still don’t understand why you’re taking all this so lightly,” he hissed, gripping the armrest of the leather chair. “Francesco is smart. Too smart. Do you really think he hasn’t figured out that we are working together?” Alessia smirked, swirling the dark liquor in her glass before taking a slow sip. “So... you are that terrified of Francesco, huh?” Her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward, voice dripping with disdain. “Pathetic. I expected more from you, Marshall.” Marshall’s jaw clenched. “I’m not scared of him. I just do not want to die before that sick bastard does.” Alessia’s expression hardened, her voice turning icy. “Then work harder. Bring him down.” Marshall let out a bitter laugh. “Really? You think I haven’t been doing enough?” “Enough?” Alessia’s eyes darkened with sinister amusement. “You are barely scratching the surface. Maybe... it’s time I tell you the truth behin