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Blood spilt steadily, bright red against her pale skin. "Rosa!" Isabella gasped, instinctively stepping forward. Rosa gritted her teeth, her face twisting in pain as she pressed the blade deeper, ensuring the wound looked brutal. Then her wild eyes shot to Isabella as a wicked plan flashed across his head. She grabbed her wrist with her uninjured hand and forced Isabella’s fingers around the bloody knife handle, smearing the crimson all over her. Isabella’s breath shattered. "Rosa? Stop it! You're hurting yourself..."

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• Author's Notes: Hi, dear readers! ❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story. "THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!

I grinned. Rina snorted. “I’m a little annoyed by people trying to turn classic literature into horror shit.” Kimi and I looked at her in surprise. “So, you prefer pure horror?” I asked. Rina rolled her eyes. “Have you met your sister? She’s all about the jump scares and psychological thrillers.” I wrinkled my nose. “So is your brother. I’m not going to lie, Blood and Chocolate and Warm Bodies were a compromise. As was Shaun of the Dead.”

"I want them to taste the things I can do... by blood. I want them to hear what I can make them do by breaking their bones and make them scream. I want them to see how I can do things that they can't imagine. If that's what they thought of me then, expect the unexpected." Nick was baffled to Mahiriko's speech and can't even chew or swallow what he have inside his mouth. "That's the truth you want to hear and the things I want to say." Mahiriko whispered and turn his gaze on Nick before smiling. "Wow... that's-- that's actually... fantastic. Yah can be a great author for a murder story, should I look for an open job?" Nick laughed and almost choked so he drink his water. "Thanks but I prefer

The burst of loud laughter was echoing in the room, a wine glass was lying over the counter celebrating the victory. A handpicked up the wine glass and poured the champagne into it. There was a picture hanging on the wall, the eyes of the person stared at it which much hatred and the wine glass was crashed hard resulting into the crack sound and the glass pieces making the cut into the palm. It started to bleed but there was not even a painful expression on the face. The person moved towards the big portrait, there was a tall about 5 foot 11-inch tall fair complex, brown eyes and perfect face cut man standing with an award in his hand. The smooth smile on his face reflected his success.

Viola said softly, “I knew Elisa for many years, she wasn’t a shallow minded person and she definitely knew what the rules of the mafia are and how things are done…a little blood must be spilled in order to achieve anything,” Yes. Elisa would definitely understand if she were here but— Why was the voice and screams of Ymir still haunting her thoughts. Rain felt this inexplicable urge to go see him or even free him. “I’m not sure...” Rain wasn’t sure if it was okay to speak to Viola about what was bothering her. Her fear of becoming a monster like Cullen. It was like being involved in the Mafia was changing her into something she didn’t recognize. It scared the shit out of her.

He'd noticed too, I guess. We didn't pick on each other for the rest of the day. During dinner, he made a call to someone I didn't know and told the person, and I quote "Get every romance book with a touch of comedy and action in that Library." There was a pause before he continued with a cold voice, "You'd better get interesting books because if you don't, I'll decapitate you, use your intestines and skin to make interesting books and sell them." I didn't believe he said something that gruesome before me. After the phone call, he said; "Forgive me for the disturbance, milaya, let's continue dinner."