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Giovanni’s Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance

[Gio] How can a woman be both my salvation and damnation? She came to hurt my family and she gutted me with betrayal. Now, she’s back and she won’t know what’s coming for her. I hold grudges and I intend to return the scars she left—only this time, I’ll make sure she’ll bleed to death. [Lia] He was the bane of my existence. The man I knew who would ruin me. And yet I let him. I did it to save my mother, but I ended up destroying myself in the process. He was the only man I swore would be the reason for my breathing…and yet on the last day I laid eyes on him, I swore I’d never see him again—even until my very last breath. ____________________________________ Never miss updates, announcements, new releases, free books, and giveaways by subscribing to my newsletter through: tinyurl.com/nixsignup Don't forget to follow all my socials for exclusive content, private insights on the characters, and other fun stuff that won't be posted in Webnovel. Instagram: @nix_vargas.author Facebook: @authornixxxie

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Chapter 52 - Giovanni (2)

"You stole from me, Giulio. Now you face the consequences," says Alessandro in a commanding voice–even through the speakers, his presence is imposing. "Let this be a reminder. No one steals from me and gets away with it." Messina starts begging, realizing how serious this is and that he has no way out now. But my brother ignores his pleas, and calls me instead. "Gio."

"Yes, Don Alessandro?" The corners of my lips turn up into a sinister smile, a hundred ways of torture running in my head as I stare down Messina. 

"Put a bullet between his eyes."

I sigh, tsking. "Really? I was hoping we could cut his fingers one by one, and make him piss his pants first."

By this time, Messina is now a blubbering mess. His crotch goes dark and wet, liquid trickling between his thighs and making a puddle on the floor. He knows how mad I get when I'm in the mood. That's how I keep my men in line–that and my lovable personality, of course.