Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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Every ounce of my skin wanted to stab Mr. Grasso in that mysterious heart.
Every glimpse of my eyes trying to beware of those majestic dark brown eyes.
Every inch of my body dying to look away from that gorgeous face.
.
Mr. Grasso is a sweet poison, looking like a fine wine while being the blood of a snake.
His eyes are the mirage in the desert, allure one into the quicksand to choke the breath till the death comes.
His face, well, I know many have said this before, but, Lucifer was a gorgeous man.
And one who has been to hell will never get fooled by the devil again.
.
"Get the car ready, Marco." I walked out of the court room, not guilty while Mr. Turcilli's face was almost on the floor with shame and humiliation he wanted to give me.
Yes, yes I was anxious. Yes I stressed out and yes I went blank for a moment when everything in the court stood against me. I accept my crime to harm Mr. Turcilli physically and it indeed crosses the limits of the law, but, I am done men like Mr. Turcilli.
I'd rather live in jail than pampering the ego of men.
As I said, I don't regret harming Mr. Turcilli even for a second. I did what many women must have wanted to do. And he deserved it.
Women often tends to ignore, forgive or bear the disrespect given by men which lead them to be the secondary person in the world of equality. Rather, the need of word 'equality' is a failure itself for women has to convince men that they are equal and deserving.
"You're in a hast, love," Mr. Grasso followed me, matching my pace as I almost dashed towards the car standing to the end of the media. Cameras flashed, mikes raised and the crowd crowded. "Why so?"
"I'm in need of whisky." I said Mr. Grasso's arm rested on my waist, clearing my way through the crowd with my purse on the other hand. It is more like his purse when I'm around him.
"Are we celebrating?" Mr. Grasso bent his head closer to my face, whispering into my ears as the crowd continued noising.
"We?" I gawked at him. "I didn't invite you over a drink." He smiled, opening the car door for me when we finally reached the end. The camera flashes continued but I was already inside the car and Mr. Grasso closed the door.
The noise suddenly stopped when the door behind me closed, the flashes turned dim through the black windows and silence occurred in the car that rested heavily on my beating heart.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The only sound I hear is of my heart-
"I need a quick favor, Harry." I heard Mr. Grasso's voice when Marco opened the door if the car to enter the driving seat. The noises returned but Mr. Grasso's voice was clearer. "Sue every reporter present outside the court."
