The Mafia's Lord Obession

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h voice said through the phon

ly bad. His nervousness made me nervous. Angelo was a crazy bastard, and if somethin

en standing in the hallway, lined up and on guard

sement, my body tensed. The air around me was stale and my steps

head cast down in defeat. My entrance didn't even faze him, he was

said, pointing toward the room. I nodded, then walked farther

ment room was empty except for the chair in the middle and a table at

ere filled with terror. As I got closer, his already pale face twisted

didn't take my eyes off the man, but when I saw him flinch, sati

abbed the captive's hair and pulled hard until his nec

battered captive to meet

m talking. The fucking Italians. He

at me. The anger that took over my body was indescribable. He fuckin

men. They were my family, but when one of my own betrayed

ooling my features, I steppe

I saw one of my men scrambli

a minute later. He placed the chai

is eyes and stared directly at me. My temper flare

signaled Angelo. He let the man go and walked toward the table at

leaned back against the chair,

said, noddi

loor, but I kept my gaze fixed on him the whole time. When he started to lose cons

again, I asked

me. Angelo leaned forward an

ly as I took his face in my hand. My fingers pressed har

g to get my hands dirty this time. But the man strapped against the chair in front of me forced my

f me. How brutal I could be. I

ll and nobody fuc

rned, all the men took a step back. Angelo smiled sadisti

ront of him and roughly grabbed his chin, not caring if I hurt

I never gave him a chance. It

one, he was no l

be a less