A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING
A fucking massive library.
I glance around at floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every inch of the walls.
The books were stacked in perfect order, some looking old and worn, and others new and untouched. They were arranged so detailed that it almost didn’t make sense.
Damien had a library in his house! A Massacre center, a dungeon, a torture room, anything of this such wouldn't be a surprise but of all the things he had a damn library.
I would never had thought of that.
I moved slowly, my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, my eyes scanning over the titles, surprised by how much variety there was. War history. Philosophy. Literature. Romance. Cooking? He had cookbooks?
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