Love in hatred

The many colours of it flowed into the river, incarnadine and rank, gushing from their slit throats and scalps. Red, maroon, black. The victims, the slaughtered, silent while the baying of their murderers filled the air. Dancing fire met with jubilant eyes, man and brother conjoined in exhultation of war, while the gutted dead and dying emptied slowly into the water. The river, thirsty, swallowed them whole. Everything flowed together. Red knives, snickering and sheathed in their enemies, glistened in the dark. Silent totems. The dance continued. The guttural cry issuing from lips alive or dead: blood. Blood. Blood

She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled "was that supposed to hurt?" She asked.
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The ‏disaster is bound to happen when the two most powerful people that are feared by everyone meet.

Alessandro Russo, the most dangerous man you could think of, he's the heir to the Italian mafia, born already with diamonds and gold. He's a player, a certified ruthless man.

He can make anyone drop to their knees from fear because of his strong astonishing aura.

Serafina Ivanov, the Russian mafia princess.A goddess at heart. Also an assassin, trained to seduce and kill at a young age. Shes a women of power, not everyone can get her.

And of course, certainly not alessandro can.