Her Hatred
He then stopped and walked towards me, bending down to my level as I was sitting then he whispered in my ears, "Did nobody tell you that you don't find me. It's me who finds you?"
Of course I did. That's what they said about Alessio Romano. He was only eighteen when he took over his step father's empire. He's now twenty two. He had a perfect jawline, black hairs,, every visible part of his body that I was seeing were filled with tattoos.
He was hot. Too bad he would be dead soon.
I scoffed at his words, showing him that I didn't care. He took a few steps back, "Now tell me, why do you want me dead? Is it personal? Or business?"
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