It's Killing Time

It's Killing Time

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I had a perfect life as a kid I was raised by a wealthy family my parents were known as one of the most richest individuals in the world. They had enemies lurking around every corner but my father took care of them all one by one. Many people feared my father he was dangerous, ruthless, and cold hearted. My father taught how to defend myself when I was just 12 years old. I loved my family very much until one day they were taken away from me by a man in the shadows. Nobody knows his name and everyone fears him. That day when my parents were shot down while celebrating there anniversary it tore my heart to pieces knowing I would never see them again. At the age of 16 I was apoted by a man he took care of me for years he was a man that run a crew called THE ASSASSINS. My life took a huge turn and he brought me into this world where I lounge for blood and I have no fear my destiny is to wipe out all evil out of this world and bring vegance for my parents. I will kill any demon among this world and I will not stop until I get to the demon that killed my beloved parents. .
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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

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