She stared at the cup, then back at him, not daring to take a sip. When he noticed her attitude, he tilted his head, staring at her in disbelief. God this man was perfect.

He reached for the glass, took a sip, and then slid it to her once more.

"Don't worry, I don't poison my offenders. That would be less fun"  he said and she shuddered in fear, grabbing the glass and placing it on her shaky lips, gulping the content as the tears threatened to fall.

"Will you kill me?"She asked in a cracked, shaky voice.

"It depends" 

"On what?" 

"If you are willing to go on a deal with me," he said, but coldly this time. A stern look took over the smirk on his face. Racheal immediately knew he meant business.

"What deal?" 


Tarnishing The Mafia's Image

is this finished? if not how often do you update?

Beverly Jones

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please stick around. I assure you it gets better.💜


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