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Chapter 079

Mirabella's Pov

Darkness is still paramount, and yet, I am awake—wide eyed awake.

The calendar says Wednesday, the time reads 5am, the birds sing a beautiful morning song, and my heart sings a bloody song.

Torture is my forte.

I say I have no heart, and yet, when I’m tasked with the duty to torture offenders, I feel that dead organ of mine palpitating ridiculously.

I love the thrill, and the mess.

It’s a convoluted joke, comical to think that I was not even born this way, hell I was not brought up to find thrill whenever I watch life completely disappear from someone’s eyes.

The world made me into this. My marriage to the Denaro name made me into a monster. And I appreciate it, I find it so very satisfying.

“Boss, we’ve arrived.”

My thoughts are roused from their fog by the harsh voice telling me that we have arrived in Milan. With a groan of exhaustion, I fasten my seatbelt and wait for the aircraft to descend.

Minutes pass. My men and I make our way out of the airplane, getting into
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