When The Gangster Falls In Love
He hated the man that drove him crazy and would stop at nothing to get him away from his sister. But yet, he found himself falling deeper under his spell, intoxicated by the forbidden affection he knew better than to covet. He had stolen the heart of the man his sister loved, and what was worse, he did not regret it
The Bastard Had Larger Hands
Aside the ludicrous threat Ferrai made, my most important concern was him finding the phone in my pants. I had gone through too many lengths to get it, if he found it now, then all my plans would go to a horrible waste.
I couldn't allow that.
Ferrari's finger was just about to touch my exposed back, when I began to whimper.
"It hurts." I said, with my face buried in the sheets.
I felt him hesitate. "That's why I'm applying this on you, so stay still." His tone grew softer.
But I still did not relent, I continued sobbing into the sheets, crying that it hurt nonstop.
Of course, I didn't expect this to work completely, I just needed to create some sort of distraction so I could figure out a way to hide the phone.
Ferrari wasn't stupid, he had to know that I was faking this.
"Shit." I heard him curse under his breath, immediately he undid the knot on my wrists, and sat by the edge of the bed with his hands in-between his thighs.