Bound For 365
KJSma he's making eyes at meon my own pretending he's beside mehe manages me sadisticallyi offered you friendship and you spat in my face
Why me?
Dino leaned his bulk against the railing, cigar between his teeth, smoke curling around his face like a crown of fire. “Well, well. Pretty boy Torricelli,” he barked, voice booming over the courtyard. “Comin’ to the lion’s fuckin’ den. You beggin’ for death, or just missin’ me?”
Alessandro didn’t so much as blink. He stood rooted, head tilted slightly, his hands loose at his sides, every line of him screaming control. His eyes, black and unwavering, cut up toward us.
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