Her Heart in his Empire
I said coldly, “cut his dick off. Make him chew it.”
Matteo didn’t even blink he lives for this, my third
in command step forward, pulling out a pair of surgical scissors from the blood spattered toolbox.
“Gladly, boss,” he said with a devil’s grin.
“Please! I’ll talk!” the bastard shrieked, his voice breaking like a child’s. He whimpered and pissed himself, and yet he dared to look me in the eye.
They think I’ve gone soft, that i have been so buried in my legitimate businesses that I’ve forgotten who the fuck I am. But I’m still Stefan Rossi. Still the name whispered in the dark with fear and respect.
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