"She's a pretty wildflower destined for my brother's vase. I'll make her mine, even if how I do it will make flowers wilt." A DARK FRENCH MAFIA ROMANCE
My love is wasted like gemstones in the dust, walked over by an oblivious shoe. It takes many suffering years and layers of mountains to squeeze carbon into a precious stone. Now that I'm polished and hard like a diamond, he doesn't get to kick me back into the dirt. Men...