Dark Grasso,
An eldest Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head of Italian mafia transportation.
A sociopath.
Moon Diaz,
The daughter of the Diaz mafia.
A doctor and psychologist.
An empath.
When Moon runs away from her home...
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There's a saying,
What destroys a man is not death but the ruin of his woman.
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Keep Moon safe if you can. Keep Moon safe if you can. Keep Moon safe if you can. Keep Moon safe if you can. Keep Moon safe if you can.
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No. No I can't.
I can't take any risk about Miss Diaz.
Valentino is even bigger sociopath than I am. He would do anything to hurt Miss Diaz if it means to win the challenge. He wouldn't kill her but that doesn't mean he wouldn't hurt her. He would. He will.
I need to keep Miss Diaz safe.
No matter what.
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I stopped at the red door. The scent of leather and velvet covering the passage and my hands paused on the door knob. Some kind of force is holding me back from opening the door. Some kind of heavy pull that warns me to fuck out of this place.
I ran here in the bloody clothes on my will, and yet, my feet are unable to cross the door I am standing at. I came here to relieve myself. I came here to just fucking lose my damn stress but-
"Fuck." I'm unable to open the door. I'm unable to move my feet. I'm unable to even think. A good fuck could relieve the stress Valentino had given me a few minutes ago but why am I not being able to open this door and do whatever I want?
I need a fuck. I haven't released myself since the day Miss Diaz shot me. And now that I am here at the brothel full of prostitutes, I can't go inside. I don't want to go inside. It somehow feels... it somehow feels... wrong.
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Wrong.
Fucking prostitutes feels wrong.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I denying a good fuck?! Am I hesitating to enter the brothel?! Why?!
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"Mr. Grasso? Long time no see." A woman walks from behind me. Bare breasts, high heels and tiniest panty possible. "May I help you with something?" Her walk paused in front of me, eyes stopped at my face and hand reached to my chest.
I should just fuck. What's the big deal. I need to release my stress anyway. I haven't touched myself for days nor I had any sexual thoughts except for that one tiny woman living in my house and my head rent free.
What the fuck is holding me back?!
Miss Diaz?!
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"Shall we go inside, Mr. Grasso?" The woman in front of me hesitated to touch me. Miss Diaz never hesitates to touch me.
