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Leon stood before them, wearing black leather gloves. “You think you can escape from me?” Leon’s voice was flat yet full of pressure. One of the men tried to speak through the cloth, his body trembling. Joe handed the pistol to Leon. “They’re traitors, sir. They leaked yesterday’s transaction.” Leon nodded without expression. “I hate two things. Liars and betrayal.” Giselle covered her mouth with her hand, shocked. Without hesitation, Leon raised the pistol, and BANG! A single shot straight to the first man’s forehead. His body fell to the floor immediately.

I'm at a royal dinner with devils, planning my next orgasm instead of my next escape. Life was insane. Valentino stood, dragging his chair back with a screech. “Ladies, gentlemen, demons… see you in bed.” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes. “Disgusting. “Flattered, he shot back blowing a kiss and standing. “I’ll send them up when I’m done fucking the soul out of them, already unbuttoning his shirt like a walking sex crime.” He walked out laughing, tossing a grape in the air and catching it with his teeth like some Roman whore king.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

Alessandro pummels his fist into the stomach of Shelton and he lands to the floor vomiting blood with his hands around his belly. My heart falls into my hands. Allesandro lands blows one after another on Shelton. "Leave him Allesandro." I squeak. He continues to pound on Shelton and replies "no way. Samuel who was till then watching the victorious fury of Allesandro with a controlled simper walks in front to take care of Shelton. When did he reach here? Was I watched all this while?

Carlos announced in a serious tone. Azvameth licked the blood off his face near his lips which was of one of his men we killed, as he slowly stood up with a smirk on his face. Chills ran down my spine but I knew his worst side, that's why I was coping well with all his shit. This was nothing compared to what he did. He ruined the life of many and now we are going to do the same to him.

Miles said as he leaned back in his chair, a salacious grin on his face as he raked her with his gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nick reach for the cards and begin shuffling as she came to a stop. Miles motioned to her chest with a lift of his chin. “Let’s open up that shirt, shall we?” She stiffened for a moment, but then nodded as she reached for the top button on her white schoolgirl shirt. Holly had picked out her outfit, wanting to capitalize on Valerie’s shame as well as the men’s perversions. It seemed to have worked, too, because each one stared at her as she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall open to expose her ample bosom, her nipples already hard pebbles that poked

My voice didn't carry the conviction I wanted, and judging by the way his gaze lingered on me, he knew it. “I’m sorry my phone was down,” he said. “It will never happen again.” “It’s alright,” I said. “You couldn’t have known.” Leo stood up, wiping his hands on a rag one of the men had handed him. He didn't even look at me when he spoke, his voice a flat growl as he said, “They’re Vito’s men.” Tony head tilted slightly, and he muttered, “For fuck’s sake!” Leo boot nudged the dead man's arm, turning it just enough to expose the ink on his forearm. The design was crude but unmistakable, the same serpent coiled snake sinking its fangs into a bleeding rose.

“Do you remember what you told me then? About trust? About a villain’s side of the story?” He held her gaze for a moment before answering. “Yes.” “Since then, you’ve reminded me that bad guys don’t always wear black, and good guys don’t always wear white.” Eyebrows arched over green spheres. “What is your point, Ru?” “You were right,” she shrugged. Ru picked up one boot and held it out in front of her. Placing it on the ground closest to him would make her his. She watched his eyes widen as he stared at her foot, dangling in the air between them. She imagined if he had anyone to pray to, he was probably doing so, though she couldn’t imagine who someone such as himself would bow his head to a