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Alex Sighed heavily. " oh c'mon, what do you expect me to say when you turn down all the engagements of all my stakeholders daughters " he said angrily in a mockery tone. Alex bite his lower lip in an angrily manner. Alex balls his fists and unballs them after a while. His eyes were cold and has a look of destruction. His blood boiled. " Chris!!! " Alex mother called with her eyes widened opened. " can you stop " she whispered, signalling him to stop. "C'mon Anita, you spoiled him too much. Now you seewhat he become; A gay " he pointed out.

“Or maybe I’m doing him a favor. Reminding him what happens when he leaves an angel alone in a cage.” I bit my lip, pretending to fumble with the ledger on the counter. “If he comes in here-” “He won’t.” Nico’s grin widened, wicked and sure. “You know why? Because if he does, your pretty little hands would be stained red. And Dante can’t stand the thought of that. So he’ll sit in that car, burning, while you laugh with me.” I looked up at him, another laugh slipping free, sweeter, softer, honed to perfection. Innocent on the surface, but sharpened just enough to twist the knife.

Long enough that I almost thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then he whispered, “It’s my boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, I guess. I already broke up with him.” I looked up at him. “Your ex-boyfriend?” The surprise must have shown plainly on my face because he caught it immediately. Nico gave a small, tired nod. “You had a boyfriend?” I asked. “Yeah.” He glanced at me sideways. “Why? Surprised that I’m gay?” “No, not really.” I paused, then added, “I’m actually gay too.”

I walked slowly down the aisle in a Vera Wang gown. Lucas was waiting at the altar, his eyes full of love. The priest began the ceremony. "And now, will the bride and groom please exchange rings..." Just then, the massive church doors flew open. Everyone turned. Nico, reeking of booze, stumbled into the church, a man possessed. "Aurora!" he screamed. "I regret it! Come with me!"

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

Dark brown hair which looked tousled as if he had ran his hands through it a million times, onyx black his stared back at him, thin pink lips, strong sharp jaws which looked like it could cut paper, tattooed wide chest, strong looking arms and legs which would bring a gym instructor’s to shame and lastly, his cock which dangles limply between his legs. His eyes wandered to it and, slowly he brought his large palm to it and started rubbing it. His thoughts wandered back to Vincent, the way his lips had wrapped around his cock, the way his teeth gave his pain and pleasure in a weird way. Basically, Dimitri knew that Grandpa Santini had come to the U.S because of the one issue he had with him;

“I know you let men fuck you in the alley behind the club for two hundred bucks a pop. I’ve seen the videos my guys pulled from the security cams.Last Tuesday, some fat accountant bent you over the dumpster, came in under thirty seconds. Wednesday, two college kids took turns in your mouth while you jerked yourself off. You moan like a whore when you’re getting used. So tell me, pretty boy… why the fuck did you turn me down tonight when I could buy you for life?” Nico’s breath hitched. His pupils blew wide. The fight in his eyes flickered into something hotter, shame, yes, but lust too. His cock was already straining against his jeans. “Because you’re a mafia prick who thinks he can own ever

Nikolas tore his eyes away from the screen, he already knew what was going to happen next. His chest went stiff. He had been wrong! So wrong. "My Intel also investigated some of the people present at the party they were returning from, some confirmed that she and the young man hadn't been in a relationship, she'd been a little drunk, and he had offered to drive her home, as you can see, he tried to take advantage of her. You made a mistake. I told you that you could be wrong!" Angelo was angry that it had taken such a long time for him to bring forth the evidence. At last, it was over.

I collapse back against King's chest, panting hard and shaking from the pain and adrenaline. "You're doin' such a good fucking job, baby," King murmurs against my ear. "Oh my god—There's a head!" Nina exclaims. Then Niko speaks, and I swear it takes all the tension out of the room and hurls it straight out the window. His face is pale as he stares between my legs like he just saw the gates of hell crack open. "I—I think I might be gay now." I bark out a breathless laugh between gasps. "You better not be—you did this to me."

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin