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We can all make our own enemies and get fucked by them đđŹđđđđĽđĽđ Being brought up in the mafia meant being slapped over and over by reality, a cruel and twisted reality, it meant being able to sleep with the voices of souls you've damned to hell haunting you. It meant having constant enemies, enemies that would go out of their way to fuck with you, to damn you, I had enemies, had because I killed all , had because they underestimated me, underestimated a predator for a prey, drug for poison and it was fun toying with them watching them beg for mercy they couldn't get, like a sinner in hell asking for a taste of heaven. I had eliminated all my enemies except for one, one that was too damn interested in being a thorn in my side, one that wasn't like others no he was different because he didn't underestimate, he knew what type of poison he was dealing with yet he continued to toy with it, he knew the sight of a lion yet he treated it like a dog. But that was great, He was a puzzle. A mystery Ivan The world is a cruel place to live but when you've got a face like Noah Calhoun and riches like Tony Stark the world gets easier to live in, girls falling at my feet , loyal dogs wagging their tails at you, everyone in submission like they ought to be. Except for her, a fucking brat one I wouldn't mind caging into submission, the first time we met I knew the danger lurking in those big blue eyes, I knew the lives damned to the earth by those manicured hands and the men whose soul met ecstasy before seeing their last day on earth by those voice. I wasn't a fool, she should've known it, but she was a fucking pain in the ass, a kid dreaming of sheep's unaware of the monster under her bed ready to devour her . Because she was just another hero playing villain Just another brat waiting to get taught a lesson đđ§đ đ˘ đ°đđŹ đ đ¨đ˘đ§đ đđ¨ đđ¨đ˘đ§đ đđ¨ đđđŚn
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