Her Hatred
He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."
"They? Who?"
"The girls." He smirked, "Now let's start, sì?" Right, he was an Italian but he was the Russian Mafia leader. That man was something else.
"Sì" I mimicked making him roll his eyes, "tie her again" and at his orders, his men came and tied me again. I didn't bother to fight them off knowing that it was useless. "Why do you want me dead, princess?"
"I told you, it's private."
"You are so stubborn yet so hot" he muttered, "I could fuck the answers out of you."
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