Dahlia

{ONGOING}{EDITING} ✔️
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Like I said, my freedom. Becomes your pleasure.
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"Tell me something" Azaiah yelled at me, down at the other side of the ally. Bloodshot eyes and a cigarette in his hand.

"You thought I fell in love with you! But oh how were you fucking wrong!" Tears pricking at his eyes daring to fall

Standing there in the dark alleyway Azaiah pulls out a handgun from his holster and points it at me

"And now, you will die for it"

*Bang*
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⚔️Dahlia Dematteo ⚔️
Love, Trust, Lust. None of it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Been in this world for eight-teen years. Is specially trained to kill, and hurt anyone who crosses the wrong path with her. Since she was 14 she cant Love or trusts anyone else. There is a wall of concrete stoping her from exiting, leaving this world forever. All she wanted was to have a "normal" life. But got terror, murder, and sales. All well her family sat on top stepping on her as she watched from that concrete wall.

♚ Azaiah Martinez♚
Power, Bravery, Murder. All of it. He's had had all of it since he murdered his own father with his bare hands at the age of 9. The only child to his father's heir has risen. The devil is on top and no one can stop him. He feeds off the weak and dominating. As well as his prize possessions. Things that he hasn't let go of since he was young. Things that keep him and his mafia safe. Until he spends a night with a strange woman in a building for the rich and powerful. The Devil's cave. People from gangs to low tier and high tier mafias from all around come to see the dances and possibly meet their next forever.
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First one to fall in love dies. Game on.

Mature🛑 💋