I force a smile as the man bleeds out. Viper puffs on his cigarette before playing with my hair. "You're bad, Ivory." He chuckles. I lean back and relax, as much as I possibly can. His brother, Carver, picks out a knife and proudly shows it to us. Viper simply nods and the man's life ends gruesomely with him choking on his own blood. I turn and lightly kiss his cheek. Those seductive brown goldish eyes stare at me with so many different emotions. But none of them is love. Never has and never will. "You're worse, Castello's." The brothers emit a sinister laugh that shakes me deep into my core. But that is what happens when you fuck with the wrong men. The Castello's are the most feared, independent men in Europe. No body had dared to disrespect them, let alone succeed incarcerating both of them. But I managed to put one behind bars. The other one wants revenge. Mature: cussing, abuse, drugs and similar things.
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