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Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.
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Sherryl Rain stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead, then down to her eyes. If she hadn't been sure before, now there was no doubt: the man who had bought her off the black market was a devil. Dallion was cold and evil, with no trace of humanity in his soul. It wasn't just the darkness that surrounded them—the rain blurred her vision, making it hard to tell weeds from plants. When she crouched down, pulling out weeds by mistake, she realized she had also yanked out some of the good plants, which Dallion had already planned to punish her for further. But, just as Dallion had said, the rain finally let up, leaving only the cold wind to lash against her, making her shiver in the drenched dress that clung to her body, heavy and cumbersome from all the water it had absorbed. Now able to see the garden more clearly, she glanced down at the ruined plants and grimaced internally. Kill
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Nickison gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat at his master's question. What was he going to reply? "Answer quickly, Nickison. Don't keep me waiting here," Dallion spoke to him intimidatingly. His voice still in an even tone, never raised until now. The few years he had worked for this man in this very mansion as the butler, Nickison had not once heard him raise his voice. But maybe if he had, it would be less dangerous than the smiling expression now directed at him, sending chills through his bones. Nickison bowed deeply, hoping his master wouldn’t cut his neck off for this simple mistake. "Master Dallion, Lady Grace had the girl out of the room when I was asked to supervise the kitchen," he explained. As simple as the matter was, a lot of powerful people like Dallion didn’t leave room for mistakes. He held his breath, waiting to hear the young master of the Cross empire mansion say something.
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Sherry looked up only to meet the mafia heiress dark eyes glued on her, confusion instantly clouding her features, her brow furrowed as she tried to piece together the situation. Across from her, the mafiress—who went by Grace—smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I get it. That’s exactly how I felt when Dallion told me he bought a maid—you," she emphasized. The word confused didn’t even begin to capture Sherry’s emotions. Dallion hated captives. He’d made that clear. So why would he buy her off the black market? Grace leaned back casually, flipping open an ornate box and rummaging through it. "Hate?" she scoffed, "That doesn’t even cover it. He loathes them. The mere idea of a captive especially from the Bluebeard market disgusts him." She pulled out a kaleidoscope, the type Sherry had only seen at fairs in distant villages in cinemas. The colors swirled hypnotically as Grace turned it to catch the light. "So, have you two m
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Sherry sat at the edge of the plush leather couch in the room, her fingers tracing the seams of high end fashioned clothes nervously. The lavish, dimly lit penthouse she now found herself in was a far cry from her old life, and every opulent detail seemed to scream that she didn’t belong. A sudden chill ran down her spine when she remembered the list of rules Dallion had recited before locking her in that cold, isolated room for hours.“Don’t leave the room. Don’t eat anything except what Butler Nickson gives you. Don’t speak to anyone. Don’t touch anything. Don’t even think about running away. You’re mine, and you’ll listen only to me.”So many don’ts. She’d already broken two. Would Dallion find out? Could she claim it was Lady Grace who brought her out, leaving her with no choice?The woman in question stood by the window, her silhouette illuminated by the city lights reflecting through the glass. Sherry couldn’t shake the feeling that getting
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Sherry kept a careful distance from Dallion as the black SUV jostled over the potholed road of Bone Lake City. Every bump made her feel more trapped in this twisted life she never asked for. She longed to return to the life she once knew, yet deep down, she questioned if she ever truly had a life before. The words of a woman in the dimly lit cell echoed in her mind, casting shadows over her thoughts. Her adoptive parents had sold her, she silently cursed Uncle Larry and Aunt May for being so heartless with her, despite her efforts to help them run their small workshop.Despite her desire to believe that her relatives hadn’t sold her off to the underworld, the likelihood of it gnawed at her insides. The timing of her disappearance felt all too coincidental; it was as if fate had conspired against her. If she had been sold by those who were supposed to care for her, where could she even go now? Friends? She barely had any left. The ones she knew back in the city whi
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Lady Ada leaned against the opulent mahogany table, her eyes glinting with a mixture of disdain and curiosity as she directed her venomous words toward Dallion. "What assistance can I provide, Mr. Cross? Don’t mind the maid’s foolishness; the help rarely knows their place or who they’re speaking to." Sherry, still reeling from the earlier insults, kicks and multreatment of the maid, glanced at the maid and felt a surge of empathy for her plight. But anger swelled within her, directed at both Lady Ada and Dallion for allowing this abuse to unfold. She didn’t regret her boldness; if anything, she felt a strange satisfaction in defying the lady's dress. Dallion could punish her later; the lady deserved every bit of humiliation. "I share your sentiments," Dallion replied smoothly, his voice dripping with condescension. "People of a lesser status often fail to comprehend the weight of their actions."
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The lady in the torn dress stood in the dim light of the warehouse, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, a testament to the ruthless world she inhabited. Sherry felt her heart race, anxiety pooling in her stomach as she realized the implications of what she had done. In her reckless moment of defiance, she had ruined something that belonged to one of the mafia’s most feared figures. “Who does he think he is, letting me wear this garbage?” she muttered under her breath, her fingers trembling as they brushed over the jagged tear. The fever still clung to her like a ghost, a reminder of the moment Dallion had made her wear this dress only to humiliate her. In retaliation, she had ripped the fabric apart, each pull of the thread on the was just her small act of rebellion. But now, that rebellion felt like a noose tightening around her neck. “I’ll have to make an example of this one,” Dallion’s voice c
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She had been staring at the polished black marble floor after she was done with the meal Falcon had given her, the surface on the floor was reflecting the dim light from the ornate chandelier like shards of broken glass when a plate was suddenly set in front of her. The rich aroma of garlic bread wafted up, causing her stomach to growl as she licked her lips in anticipation.Lifting her head, she spotted Dallion engaged in a low, intense conversation with his father, his hand gesturing to her to go ahead animatedly. Seizing the opportunity, she grabbed a slice and devoured it, feeling the warmth of the bread fill her up. Within moments, the two pieces were gone, and she found herself licking the crumbs off her fingers when a chilling sensation washed over her—someone was watching.At first, she thought it was Dallion, but he was preoccupied, his attention on the dark, green drink in front of him in a cup that resembled a green snake with the drawings on i
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