Adaeze Ada Moretti.
27 year old Billionaire.
She's always been the reserved type. The type to take no shit from anybody, even if you are family. She once believed in the, 'three chances, you're done' rule. But that was thrown out the window, once s...
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Who knew men, could be so disgusting? I did, that's who.
But seriously, the heights some men would go too, to get what they want, is nothing short of disturbing.
I get wanting to be obsessed or really, really possessive, over something or someone. But come on, their is healthy way to do things and a toxic way to do things.
I like doing things healthy, but with a hint of toxicity.
So, that's what I'm doing now. Literally stalking, my own wife.
I found her Instagram and it's nothing short of, exquisite beauty on there. Like, WOW. My wife's hot.
She's so fucking beautiful. Especially in that that thing she called a bathing suit.
I really hit the Jackpot, ladies, gentlemen and non-binary folks.
No wonder she has twenty-four million, five hundred and ten thousand, six hundred and four and counting, followers.
She's absolutely breathtaking, if you ask me.
And to think she's now friends- best friends, with my men killing, friend needing, justice giving sister.
Now, that I think about it she and Leandro, would make a great couple. Once the bastard, never hurts my baby sister, I'm cool. But they need to figure their shit out. ASAP.
Anywho, back to Adaeze. Have I mentioned how beautiful, that Trini-Italian is? Like, come on man, I wouldn't mind those genes in my bloodline. I don't know if it's those grey eyes or that lovely dark skin, but she had me entranced, since the moment I saw her.
Then, she has the audacity to tell me, that she only wants to be friends, for now. Can you believe it? I let that tiny, yet curvaceous woman, boss me around, but it's fine. Only for Adae-
"Shut the fuck up!" I gritted out, at the pathetic excuse of a human being, dangling from the ceiling, of the torture room.
This asshole, just interrupted my private thinking time, about Adaeze.
Adaeze. Let's hurry this up, so I can see that woman.
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"Vieni a pulire questa merda!" I ordered, wiping the blood off my hands. I'll have to scrub my body, for hours to get that, disgusting thing's blood off me. Deceased, disgusting thing, but oh well. {Come and clean up this shit!}
Walking out of the room, I hit the shower, in my office. Scalding hot water, hit my body and I hiss. Turning down the temperature, I scrub and wash all the blood off of me. After that, I exit the shower and dry my skin.
