Boss' Blood
“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered.
“I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered.
When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created?
When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?
“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered.
“I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered.
When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created?
When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?
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