The Mafia Lord Lost Love

nothing but ruthless to me, I still did not want Antonio to do anything to him because I hated witn

n between and smacked his hand on

he gave him a firm nod. His turned his gaze to me as he approached me and then took the plate aw

the blood off his shirt because he knew I hated that. I blink up at him before I look away and tremble under his scruti

t the door behind him, I look up at him as he turn

rd as I bring my knees close to my chest before my arms wraps around them. I f

use I did not 'deserve it', whatever that meant. I shrugged my shoulders and curl away from him again, part of my legs were exposed to him so my hand re

at me like I was his. I shivered inward

he table." He said and I glanced at him again, his ey

eady and eating will only make me more sick.

ha

ed me. My stomach dropped when I thought about the things he does just to release his anger. His whol

His face dropped in disbelief at my refusal that he began to clench his teeth and tighten his grip aro

egan to load his gun. Once he did, he cocked the gun and then unexpectedly shoved it down my crotch. I gasped and snapped my leg closed at the spontaneous contact however, his hand was placed on my knees to keep my legs wide open. I squirmed when my gaze traveled be

y through the fabric of my clothes and it hurt so much that I cried out in pain. My lips broke out a cry as I watch him with a desperate loo

rring with passion of hate. His other hand travelled to my face to caresses it but all I did was whimper as beads of sweat rolled down my head. I inhal

way from him again, however he did not stop there. I heard him chuckle when he scooted himself closer to me again. His han

with this tip of his gun, "What did I tell you about refus