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Mafia’s Wicked Love

He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

HONEYBUN97 · Urban
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CHAPTER 65

Z A R A

How many more times will he do this? How much more will I bleed for this? For him? I've lost count of how many slashes and cuts have been marked across my skin, I've lost count of how many times I've begged him to stop, I've lost count of how many times I've pleaded with Alejandro to come back.

My clothes are heavy as they soak in the red liquid gushing forth from my cuts. My head slung down, my neck unable to hold its weight any longer. My thoughts switch between the health of the child growing in me to Yasmeen's state. I think about Frank's meaningless death, I think about how selfish Alejandro is for disassociating.

I don't care if he thought I escaped. He should've given Philip what he wanted, maybe it would've softened the blow of his anger.

Or maybe it would've changed nothing because, at the end of the day, Alejandro used me as bait. I would've been bound to end up in a similar situation anyways.