10th Rule: Don't Die

10th Rule: Don't Die

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., févr. 19, 2021
Warning: This story is not really that good so if you don't like it this way then thank you and I'm sorry. - With a blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere. As the girl stood behind the man holding its head up after she slit his throat with her long and red bladed katana. "Awwww!!! We're too late, you finished him already!" A girl with long brown hair tied up on both sides whines. She spins her draggers with her fingers just like how pen spinners do. "You are still very impatient, you really don't want to play with your prey..." Teased by the man who just landed from the second floor of the building. "I thought you don't like the idea of doing this...-" The other man added eating an apple. "Bad habits, die-hard" the girl answered as she walks away carrying the dead man's head by the hair while dragging her sword making a creepy sound. "Don't make this a horror movie Cass..." Another female stated as she follows the smaller girl. "Yeah! Yeah! I think so too!!" The girl with daggers said giggling as she skips to follows the two. "We need to hurry, I don't wanna miss dinner, Ace's making Chicken curry tonight," the smaller girl said in her monotone voice catching the attention of the two boys behind making them follow them.
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VICENZO

Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES

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