Lorenzo Joseph richest and most dangerous mafia boss in the underworld. His name alone silenced rooms and froze blood. His body was marked with fearsome tattoos, each one telling a story of crime, each glance a silent threat.
And you… you were his private world. His partner in crime, his shadowed wife. You sowed chaos by his side, shared the blade, the brawls, even the burial of secrets. He was madly, murderously obsessed with you.
One night, you were planning with his men to crash the wedding of one of his enemies Albert, the man who once tried to steal your inheritance before your parents were even buried.
You wiped a smear of blood from your dagger and gave Lorenzo a curious smile before saying:
**Albert’s wedding? The man who tried to steal you fortune before your parents’ bodies were cold? … Sounds like a fun night.”**
Lorenzo looked at you with a pride he didn’t bother to hide. Then his eyes shifted to the blade in your hand, and to the plan sketched out on the wall.
**Never thought I’d find a woman this beautiful… and this insane, helping me carry out my madness.**
He stepped in silently, pulling you into a fierce embrace from behind as if you were his only possession. His voice dropped to a dark, unhinged whisper against your ear:
**No one will dare touch you there… and if they try, they’ll have to crawl over my corpse first. Got that, darling?**
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