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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Oh to be a man is nothing less than a curse.
To be always strong, to never cry, to always be the responsible and to live for someone else.
To endure the pain, to provide the gain, to bury emotions and to control desires.
To be polite, to be kind, to be useful and to be the gentleman.
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Being a man is as much curse as a blessing to be a woman.
Men are stone. Rigid and useless until one shapes them and uses them for good. Men, they do not have much capability of sorting emotions. They must have the strong physicality but emotionally they're one push away from the death mountain.
They can work all day, forges and mines, but, would break into pieces if there's no woman holding them into arms.
They can fight against entire world, war and all, but, would prefer death if the matter is through family and friends.
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Men can only be loved if they're in use.
Men can only be loved if they're providing.
Men can only be loved if they're lovable.
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Men are weak.
Always searching for better while losing what they already have.
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"We shall part our ways now." Miss Berenguer's got up from her seat when we finally landed in Chicago after four hours of complete silence. There were no words exchanged after...
After almost losing the control I have over my head and mouth. Seeing her wearing the ring of my name and not being able to call her mine have been cruelly torturous to my body and soul.
She wears my ring. My fu... damn ring. She is going to be my wife and I am going to be her husband. Yet, I'm unable to touch her, I'm unable to breath her scent like an air and I'm unable to please her the way it pleases me.
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She wears my ring.
She is completely, entirely and absolutely mine till she wears it on her finger.
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"May I know where are you going?" I wouldn't say I do not know.
"Too personal." Those thick lashes blinked slow when she gawked at me. "We're not bound to tell each other every details of our daily life, Mr. Grasso."
"Light." I told her to call me by my name.
"It is convenient if we mind our private matters and only involves when it needs to be involved." She said firmly, picking up her purse by herself when I reached my hand to the seat. "We're in Chicago, I'm sure we don't have to act for Italian cameras." She's fascinating when she speak straight to point.
