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*SLOW UPDATES* *NOT EDITED* If you think you know him... You're wrong. If you think you know his family... Wrong again. If you think you know his story... You don't. If you saw him... You're Dead. If you crossed him... You're already six-feet under. No one has ever lived to tell the tale of him, and the tales that do exists are past down from mafia members. Once you're in the family there is no going back. That's what happen to shy old Serafino, she fell in down through a hole in a world, where innocent people don't belong. The Don of the mafia, Diavolo Sovrano didn't want to let her go. ----------------------------------------------------------------- He throws me to the wall with his face in the crook of my neck. His hands are strategically placed with one hand on my waist and the other one tightly gripping both of my hands by my wrists. I can feel his warm breath along my slender neck, he places small butterfly kisses up towards my ear. "Do you know what my name means in Italian, amore?" He asks huskily into my ear. I shook my head vigorously to hid the effect he has on me. I can feel his smirk on my neck as he replies. "Mia regina, it means Devil King. I can tell you, Tesoro, I can do whatever I want and hurt ever I want. So if you decided you want to run, I will find you. because you're MINE!!" I was about to speak but he crashes his lips onto mine.
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