Elian stormed into the wildly decorated bedroom, already peeling off every layer of clothing on him. He threw the million dollar suit on him to the floor and turned to glare at his rival, aka his husband, who just walked past him, pretending as if he wasn't even standing there.Anger boiled in him as he stared at the broad back of Dex Russo, a dangerous and ruthless Mafia Boss, who was now his husband. The thought alone spiked the anger already boiling in him and before he could think, he unsheathed his dagger and aimed at the back of his head, but Dex turned just in time to pin him roughly against the wall, his back against Dex's very broad chest, and his large, rough hands found Elian's throat immediately.In such unfavourable state, Elian still had it in him to twist his neck sideways and glare at his husband, whose eyes were filled with a type of craze Elian knew too well, he'd seen it a lot in the past few years of rivalry with him, such a shame that the man he once swore to hate
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