Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head strategist and Counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A megalomaniac.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of the San Marino.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermi...
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As expected,
Marcello Turcilli has filed a case against me and Miss Berenguer. A case of physical harm and verbal abuse. Seven stitches on the chest, major injury to his spine and humiliation is what he sued us for.
Marcello Turcilli has summoned public representatives and government members to witness the little argument between Miss Berenguer and him. I assume, he wanted the sympathetic attention of the media before government head selection.
Now,
He will use all his acting skills to keep this drama going on.
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"I will skin you alive and feed you to the fucking street dogs if you don't give the exact address of Arthur Abney in the next two hours, do you understand?" Miss Berenguer voice is the most alluring, most powerful and most ordering sound I have ever heard on the woman. . "Two hours is all you have or you will be tortured to death."
Her voice speaks...omnipotence.
"My lady..." Marco came running with a purse while Miss Berenguer and I were climbing down the huge stone stairs of the Berenguer castle. Miss Berenguer was at the lead while I followed her quietly as she prefer.
"What the fuck is it now, Marco?" Miss Berenguer grudged. Stress lines on the forehead, sleep in her eyes, frustration all over her body. She is look gorgeous even with sleepless nights. "Can't you see I'm speaking on the fucking phone?!"
"Allow me." I took Miss Berenguer's purse from Marco's hand even before he say anything to her. She already holds the weight of the world, purse shouldn't add to it.
White top, black blazer, black formal pants, black heels, cherry red lipstick, long brown hair tied in half bun and confidence. Being around Miss Berenguer is being on the battlefield. You need to be alert or dead.
Whisky eyes, thick lashes, bridge nose, plump lips, golden brown skin, uplift cheeks, sharp jaw, small chin, long neck that is connected to the columned collar bones and womanly body. Miss Berenguer is the perfect description of the first ever woman, Eve. Even the Lucifer couldn't help but to fall for her.
"I don't care who you kill or give life to, I need the exact location of Arthur fucking Abney." Miss Berenguer was busy on her phone for the past three minutes and all I see is her temper rising up.
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Arthur Abney?
I've never heard of his name.
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"Two hours." Miss Berenguer pressed her words, "Be late and you'll know why they call me the cruel princess."
The cruel princess.
The reason mafias call her the cruel is because they can't buy her. Whoever goes against Miss Berenguer, ends up punished, tortured or dead. Especially those men who try to buy Miss Berenguer with money and power.
