The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin
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Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way,” he murmured. “Guess I was wrong.”
The poison burned down my throat—Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me.
“Sometimes,” he whispered, “the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you.”
Brinda Virginia’s...
The poison burned down my throat—Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me.
“Sometimes,” he whispered, “the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you.”
Brinda Virginia’s...