The Mafia's Targe

he desired to go. He made hearts break, heads turn, gazes avert. But he was also s

lives ; one as a successful billionaire, and one

sweet voice for days on end. It was silky soft, so sweet and captivating. « I don't think

sin, kitten. I suggest you don't lie to me. » « I-I won't tell anyone ! I promise ! P-Please, don't kill me. » Hell,

he rolled his eyes, eyes darkening suddenly. He gripped Nathaniel's ch

l regret it with your entire being. » Nathaniel nodded quickly, feeling so reli

« O-Oh, please lock the door while you're leaving. Mrs. Lavender will be very ma

crossing his arms over his chest. He began to light a cigarette when Zaire and Jackson came over. « What

camera footage. » Zaire nodded quietly, glaring at the ground as h

» The smoke from the cigar floated up as Valentino c

counter with those three boys. He didn't even know who they were, especially the boy who he ass

n the sky above, the slight breeze feeling cold on h

eat for his freezing body that was covered by goose

ights every few meters, brightening up the dark streets for people who're out late. Witho

e sidewalk, his steps making smal

ing against each other because of the breeze. Nathaniel sm

desk. He then began to go up the stairs. He had a mild case of claus

got to the fourth floor, he rested for a while, catching his breath as he panted restlessly. He the

ozy scent, feeling the warmth of his home. It was very small since Nat

t that nights events. He was shaken up and refused to believe that i

er in his hand, walking to his bedroom, passing by some of the art he had hung up in the walls. He s

nto his cold, freshly washed sheets. He lifted his hips and took

up. He dragged himself to his wardrobe that consisted of very little outfi