The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin
richiebanks306
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.”
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Brinda Virginia’s life has always been a battle—against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats to...
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.”
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Brinda Virginia’s life has always been a battle—against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats to...