This book contains 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 |18+|
(Editing, which means I plan to rewrite this whole book)
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"But... but why?"
"Because I didn"t want to hurt you even if it meant lying to you more."
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𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 has always...
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"Hello." I voice sounded from the front door.
I walk towards the front seeing who's at the door.
Marcel.
Marcel works with assassins at the second top of having the best business. I'm impressed he reached up to number two.
I walk close to Omena seeing her staring at his hand. I lever her behind me. "Omena upstairs."
"Bu- "
"Omena " I urge it's not the time to argue. She jolts and turns around going up the stairs.
Fuck, I didn't mean to yell at her.
"Ahh isn't it Aelius Roman how long has it been? How's your father I haven't worked with him since... well you know." He gives off a sarcastic smile.
"Hm... you still have that scar on your face from last time." I give him one back. Fuck him. "What can I say training with you was one hell of a challenge." Bloody one at that.
"What do you want Marcel." Clenching my jaw. "I just came to declare what's mine." He speaks. "Yours?" I questioned.
"Philomena Isabella Moore" He smiles. "Stronzata." I laugh.
"Mm, she's quite lovely. Her father promised her to me when I decided to let him live. So, we negotiated." Zachariah?
"Her father... where is he now?"
"Hell if I know. I gave him a chance to run, and hell did he run. Haven't seen him in 4 years." He smiles.
"Negotiate?" He's been hiding in fear. He even sold his only daughter for his life. Pussy.
"Just business, of course, you out of anyone should know how that is." He tilts his head as he arched his eyebrows.
"What fucking negotiate Marcel?" I don't mind killing him.
She won't be fucking sold to anyone. I'm not letting anyone hurt her or take her away.
"Assassin for an assassin." His eyes lower. "She's not necessitating with that shit. She's not cut out to be."
