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On Your Knees, Don

Chapter 2 A DEADLY WARNING

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 26/02/2025

s my only hope to know where my siste

determination to find your missing sister, but you won't find anything here. Just

ks and disrupts the attention of people in the club. "I am sorry, Don, but I won't give

o the police and stick to your lane." Don Emilio says as he b

ad end. And all they ever say about my sister's case is that they are working on it. At this point,

mit that to

. Do you know why that is so, Mr. Don?" I quer

toward my face makes me wa

on't you figure that out on your way out?"

inks, but it also

l know how much damage the public's influence can cause. Don't forget that! And yes, you may be right. I will leave the police to do their work,

ther, our faces nearly touch. If it was the sense of rage and loathe that I saw earlier on his face,

f his rage as he makes sure that his r

this turns out in the end. Never say that I did not warn you!" As he storms

path? What d

pting the mood here. We

Up the stairs that lead to the next floor, I lock my eyes with the don. He is standing there,

other way to find my sister. But you and this cursed casino aren't off the hook,

failed to realize that I was in an extremely busy area. I bump into a waitress, and neither of us succeeds in stopping

ake, why didn't I lo

ogize as I go down on my knees and assist the poor

at her, abandoning my mission of helping her. But she adds. "Act norm

riosity itching me as to why she

inued to stray off in a different direction. I find my hand brushing hers on the floor. I was ju

ed tidying up the mess, I gently

ce of

, and whatever this piece contains, I ha

the ball-like piece of paper in my palm, my

rouble with this?" I

her eyes fixed on the floor

he casino as fast as I can, with M

e, but I don't have time for the chill. Mary gets

nd take the pape

y four script

W, 9 AM

ning my face. "Do you think something

ng my head. What could b

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On Your Knees, Don
On Your Knees, Don
“"You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy, bloodstained hands off me!" Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!" The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man's vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. "But if you don't watch your sweet, dirty mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous, lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet, wild pet, "that is what you want, little dove?" A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia, and unfortunately, she crashes into LUCCA DE'MATTHEW-the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?”