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And silence. He slammed the papers down so hard the pen split in his hand, ink spraying across the desk. “You don’t just leave me,” he growled. “You don’t just pretend I was never your home.” He tried everything—pleading, bargaining, even submitting statements to the court claiming he was still in therapy, still working on himself. The courtroom echoed with his desperation. He stood in front of the judge like a man on trial for a crime he didn’t realize he committed until the sentence was already sealed.

THIS BOOK IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO: Graphic sexual scenes Violence and torture Strong language Drug use Psychological manipulation Mafia-related kinks and themes Depictions of abuse (not inflicted by the male lead)

♪♪ New Rules • Dua Lipa ✿✿✿ LILAH "Everything can't be solved with violence. Violence is not an answer. Let us go, pookie." Well, that sounds so stupid of me. I let out a desperate sigh and glare at the guard who's standing as rigid as a concrete pillar, eyes fixed on the wall with all the interest of a bored teenager, not caring to bulge or acknowledge the two miserable women in front of his feet, bleeding, wailing their hearts out and throwing almost all the curses exist in the world over him.

"I know it’s too late to say anything now. I shouldn’t have let Celine blind me. I shouldn’t have treated you so cruelly. I shouldn’t have caused our child’s death. "I’ve locked Celine in the ice cellar. She’ll pay with her life for what she did to you and the baby. I know it can never make up for the harm I caused, but it’s all I can do. "Vesper, if you can hear me, can you forgive me? I truly regret everything. I miss you. I miss our child." He remained there on his knees from sunrise to sunset, confessing over and over again. No matter what he said, there was no answer.

I tapped it and immediately I did that, a voice began to play from the watch's tiny speaker. It was Peterson's voice. "There's no coming out of this for you, Luan," the recording said clearly. "Even your precious lawyer Leonard can't save you from this one." Peterson's eyes went wide with fear and disbelief. The recording continued. "It doesn't even matter if you actually killed them or not. It doesn't matter if you're innocent. I'm going to make sure you go to prison. Whether you did it or not. I'm going to make sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars."

“You always call me at night. Can’t you just let me work in peace? Will this ever end?” I humbly tried to explain, “It’s true. I’m not lying…” Suddenly, a sweet, flirtatious female voice came through the receiver. “Marky-boo, does this lingerie look good on me?” Hearing Angela Bright’s voice, I froze. Before I could question anything, Mark immediately hung up the phone. My heart sank, and the murderer’s footsteps grew closer. The instinct to survive overcame my fear. I clenched my fists tightly and then threw my phone at him with all my strength, forcing him to take a step back.

"You should call the police and I'll confess everything and accept whatever sentence they give me. I should have turned myself in three years ago instead of running and if facing prison is what it takes to give you some measure of peace then I'll do it gladly." "Don't you dare act noble." Sarah moved closer, her finger jabbing at his chest. "Don't you dare stand there and pretend surrendering yourself is some kind of sacrifice when you've had three years of freedom my son never got. You don't get to be the martyr here, you're just the coward who finally got caught."

"There's no other way out but death. If you made it in, you'll never make it out alive." "Who's responsible for this kind of shit?" Anger rushed through my face when he uttered the name of the culprit. The fire trying to flee from my eyes swerved to his frightened face down to his shaking knees. "Spare my life, my daughter is at stake. I have to keep her out for she might become the next oblate. Please, I beg you." "You've made it easy for me, but I can't trust you enough." He dropped unconscious on the floor as I whacked his neck with the side of my hand. Mercy could be too good to be true.

I take a deep breath, and I go down the stairs slowly as I hear women crying. “You bitch, you gonna pay for this” I hear a man’s voice. I signal my man to stay quiet while I walk further into the darkness, and I see a light under a door where we can hear the screaming. I open the door and shoot before asking questions, and a tall, bulky man falls to the floor with a bullet in his head. I see four women on the floor crying. “I’m not going to hurt you”, I say as Elliot walks in behind me, and I can tell by his face he wasn’t expecting this. Fuck. Human trafficking really pisses me off, and I know who’s behind this. The guy that I killed had a strong Spanish accent.

Or show any sign of weakness. "I want you to understand something." Dante's tone was...soft. Even if his voice was laced with vulnerability, his grip on her only tightened. "You can't begin to imagine how innocent he was. Cain... he.. He didn't deserve any of this. He didn't even belong in this life." His fingers dug in, bruising. "I did everything I could to protect him. To keep him away from people like you." His voice betrayed him and broke slightly, showing a rare glimpse of grief. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again, like cold steel.