Warning: Contains graphic scenes, mature language, and swearing.
(Sequel to His Wicked Ways)
He's a lethally cold and impassioned bastard, and she loathed him. He's the reason for her father's death.
But why does her h...
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This is Juri Bavaresco, an Italian model. I thought he fits Isaias more than Tom Hardy. I pictured Tom as Vito. What do you think?
(Angel)
I stared at the guy in disbelief. His words seep into my skull like a fog, my brain freezes, and refused to work. My whole system is glued to him, staring lost at his almost-to-perfection physique.
I almost sighed.
With all the rumors I heard about him, I pictured him as an ugly burly ogre with a long mustache, a scrawny-looking fellow, but not a devilish-looking, panty-dropper kind of face. The kind of lethal and dangerous look that women are drawn to.
I was lost in my thoughts that I wasn't aware of my actions. Fear and at the same time, something strange I've never felt about the opposite sex, attraction.
The gun accidentally went off and we both stared shocked at each other.
Even with the suppressor, the muffled sounds of the gunshot sounded so loud to my ears that I felt my whole body racked at the intensity.
My eyes went wide when I realized what just happened, abruptly backing myself into one corner, and dropping the gun to the floor in the process.
My body seems to paralyze. I felt the cold, dry air seeping through my mouth, and just when I realized I was slack jaw, as well. The tears started to well up in my eyes as dread filled me.
"Figlio di puttana!" (Son of a bitch!) He growled darkly.
His thick, rich voice boomed inside the room causing me to shudder inside violently.
Isaias Vitale growled and winced as soon as the adrenaline wears off.
It took him seconds before he finally felt the pain.
He must be shocked just like me before he felt the pain.
He grunted a series of profanities as he gave me a dark lethal gaze.
Seeing his murderous face, I knew I wasn't going to get away from it. I would surely come out of this room lifeless.
His dark and intense eyes burn holes into my face. The man looks even more dangerous and even satan would back away when he sees him, and it gave me chills down my spine in dread.
The guy I loathe so much — as soon as I found out he was behind my father's death — is now staring at me with no other emotions than murderous.
His jaw was tight. I look away, as I felt like I was burning with how hard and intense he was staring at me. That ominous stare would surely give me nightmares at night.
My eyes landed on his right knee, ripped flesh just below the knee, before my eyes, and I almost gag. My body starts to shake, my breathing quicken, and I felt like choking. Fresh blood gushes out from his injured knees which will surely haunt me at night and only God knows how long.
