I'll kill you

I'll kill you

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I was supposed to escape. A new country, a new life, a chance to forget the blood that stained my past. But the moment I stepped foot in Italy, he found me. Ezra DeLuca-mafia boss, monster in a suit, and the man who swears I was promised to him. His eyes burn like fire, his words cut like blades, and his touch? It's the kind of danger I should run from. Instead, I find myself trapped in his world-bound by secrets, lies, and a desire I can't fight. My cousin Femi and my best friends are tangled in this twisted empire too, each of us claimed by a devil of our own. But Ezra? He's different. He doesn't just want my body. He wants my soul. And the worst part? Some sick, broken part of me wants to give it to him.
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one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.

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