Prison situation

Zhu Ye likes to kiss, especially the kind of kiss that is like a superficial kiss.

Lips pressed against lips, the soft temperature passing over the nerve endings lightly like this, will make his heart feel peaceful in an instant.

Falling Dragon understood Zhu Ye's preferences, so this time he didn't deepen the kiss.Anyway, that's not what he wanted.

The gentle and delicate kiss slid down the corner of Zhu Ye's lips to his neck little by little.The slight heat from licking and kissing the skin moved Zhu Ye's perception, and it flooded his whole body like a tide.The paralyzing sweetness is so thick that it cannot be melted away, making every cell in the body start to tremble.

"Falling...falling dragon..." Zhu Ye vainly tried to pull his sanity back, and his breath was hot.

Felling Dragon gave a soft "hmm", and the fiery palm had already made further love.Caressing Zhu Ye's back, the hand attached to the back stroked down section by section, wandering around the waist, making every piece of skin that was swam over become hot in one breath.

The fallen dragon gently bit Zhu Ye's neck, and the man in his arms trembled visibly.

Holding Zhu Ye's waist domineeringly with one hand, the fallen dragon sucked on Zhu Ye's earlobe, and his voice was full of magic power, "Zu Ye... According to the agreement, I will now ask for my reward..."

Unable to explain, he pushed Zhu Ye down on the bed, and the falling dragon's dark eyes were half-closed, revealing a vicious and sly smile.

Before Zhu Ye could react, Falling Dragon conveniently took off Zhu Ye's clothes on the ground, pulled his hand over his head, and tied Zhu Ye's hand firmly to the iron bed with a knot.

Zhu Ye was taken aback by the falling dragon's trick, "Falling...falling dragon...!?"

"Don't worry." Fallen Dragon kissed Zhu Ye's cheek caressingly, "This is just a small game to prevent you from getting cold feet."

Zhu Ye swallowed, and said in a conferring tone, "I'm hurt..."

"so what?"

"I'm afraid of pain..." Although I can bear it.

"Then?"

"I... I don't want to be below... Uh... Can I take the initiative to apply for being above?" Zhu Ye didn't even know what he was talking about.

Fallen Dragon couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "So you want to do a riding pose."

"..." Zhu Ye understood that he did it on purpose, "You clearly said last time..."

"Last time I asked if you wanted to fuck me." Fallen Dragon raised his eyebrows, "But I never said yes."

Zhu Ye froze, blinking his eyes.This appearance is very innocent and pitiful, like being bullied after being tricked by someone with sugar.

Falling Dragon looked at him, and the smile between his brows and eyes deepened.He bent down, nibbled and kissed Zhu Ye's delicate and beautiful collarbone provocatively, and said leisurely: "Zu Ye, remember. In bed, you will suffer big losses if you believe some words to be true."

Zhu Ye's expression became forbearing.He bit his lip sullenly, trying not to groan slightly.Yin leaked out, "Then I... don't I... have no chance..."

Falling Dragon smiled and said, "When you are strong enough to overthrow me, then discuss it with me."

Zhu Ye: "..." Don't smile and say things that others can't do in their lifetime, okay?

Falling Dragon saw a trace of depression and more fear in Zhu Ye's eyes.

He blew ambiguously into Zhu Ye's ear, and Fallen Dragon showed a gentle smile, "Good boy, don't be afraid." While whispering in a bewitching drunken tone, he branded his own mark on the other party's body, Falling Dragon said, "Zhu Ye, don't worry. I will make you very happy..."

Strong love.The desire spread out slowly, as if it had turned into actual water vapor, and when it touched the skin, it instantly ignited a deeper □.

In the dark prison cell, the faintly audible breathing contained depression and desire.Hope, with the love of ear to ear.

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But what Fallen Dragon wants more is to let Zhu Ye gradually fall into the desire he created by himself.In the vortex of hope.

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The voice of the falling dragon weaves a vast net in Zhu Ye's brain like hypnotism.

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Zhu Ye panted, wanting.The torment of hope made him close his eyes.

Zhu Ye knew that Falling Dragon wanted to remove his last line of defense, and he also fully felt the deepest desire in his body.but--

"Fallen Dragon..." Zhu Ye hugged Fallen Dragon's neck unexpectedly, and kissed him like a coquettish cat.

After the kiss that ended, Zhu Ye hugged Fallen Dragon even tighter, and buried his head deeply into the other's shoulder socket.

The fallen dragon laughed.He wanted Zhu Ye to lose his original sanity under him, but it seemed that the other party's willpower was far stronger than he expected.Even with a strong desire to get fast.However, Zhu Ye still left a reserved step for herself.

It's ok……

Zhu Ye didn't take the initiative, and Falling Dragon planned to take the initiative directly.

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Gambino house.

Lawrence was sitting in front of the piano in the piano room, his bony fingers gently stroking the black cover.

The golden sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows penetrates through the gaps in the trees, and the delicate and tender green seems to be about to flow down from the leaves, dyeing the horizon, and it is quiet.

There is a huge picture frame hanging on the wall of the piano room.

In the photo is a graceful woman.She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were as clear as mirrors, and she was so focused that her devout gaze seemed to be far away.The beautiful and smooth black hair fell from the woman's shoulders to her chest, and the pink dress was printed with white dark flowers, which made her ceramic-like skin more fair and delicate.

The corner of the woman's mouth was smiling, and a little bit of the smile stretched to the bottom of her eyes, so real and vivid.

Lawrence stared at the picture of his mother quietly, as if his memory was still in his childhood.

At that time, in the sunset light, the woman sat in front of the piano with a smile and taught Lawrence how to play the instrument.She said with a smile, "Lawrence must work hard, so that he can play for the girl he loves..."

Lawrence slowly lifted the piano cover, touching the keys with his fingers.One by one, clear, bright, strong and full notes flowed out immediately.

The beautiful and melodious timbre echoes quietly in the piano room like ripples, and the slightly hot air moistens and blends in it like water.It seems that there are gurgling waters that wet the delicate leaves of the green grass, clean and clear, and cleanse people's hearts.

However, there are undercurrents surging under the calm surface.

Lawrence was in a state of disarray, and a certain knot in his heart had never been untied, making everything stay at the moment before he was released from prison.

That "I'm sorry" was not meant to ask for forgiveness, so Lawrence's heart would never be at peace.

He knows what he wants.

"It sounds good, but it's a bit too sad." A clear voice said, it sounded so close, yet so far away.

Lawrence's heartstrings were suddenly tightened, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

He raised his eyes, and the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was burned into the depths of his retina like an engraving.

"Zu Ye..." Lawrence murmured softly.

The golden sunlight cut in obliquely from the window, and after the glaring brightness was filtered out by the white gauze curtain, it soaked the man's whole body like mist.Zhu Ye was wearing a clean white shirt, and his slender figure was outlined by flowing gold, making him look even more illusory.

Zhu Ye smiled slightly, and there was a little bit of fragile happiness in his innocent and pure smile.

Lawrence stared at him deeply, then said flatly, "You shouldn't be here."

Zhu Ye leaned over with a smile, "Then where should I be...?"

The slender index finger brushed along the body of the piano, Zhu Ye lowered his eyes, and his bright brown hair swept across his fair face.Perhaps because of the light, the clear and soft hair was coated with a layer of golden pigment.

Zhu Ye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his soft, silky voice lingered in Lawrence's ears, and he said earnestly but desolately: "Some people say, 'Resentment is an invisible prison, and forgiveness is the most perfect ending to end pain. '. Isn't it? It's exhausting to hate for so long. So if I had to choose, I..."

"Underboss (little boss)." The door opened with a knock on the door, ending everything.

Lawrence was sitting in front of the piano, and suddenly a broken note with stiff fingers cut everything off.

The room was quiet.Without Zhu Ye, without his voice, nothing.

Lawrence frowned, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Boss said, he wants to see you." The visitor said respectfully.

Lawrence immediately got up from the chair, and the moment he got up, a cold smile appeared on his brows and eyes.

Since Lawrence was released from prison, he was officially appointed as the underboss (little boss) by his grandfather Gambino's godfather, and took charge of all the affairs of the Gambino family.

And the various important members of the legion have their own opinions on this heir who is not yet 23 years old and has a criminal record.

He is cold, decisive, and acts swiftly and resolutely. Before acting, he always leaves room for himself, so as not to damage his foundation.For the successor of BOSS——underboss, it is well-deserved.

The opposition on the other side felt that this character was too dangerous and unfeeling.Moreover, Lawrence is still young and lacks experience and other aspects. It seems a little too early to assume the heavy responsibility of the boss.

Lawrence turned a deaf ear to doubts from all directions.Be independent.

He had no intention of inheriting the position of Gambino's godfather, only because of his sense of responsibility.Now that the burden falls on his shoulders, he will take responsibility and strive for perfection in everything.

Under the pressure of the legion and public opinion, Lawrence's mood was not affected by it.

He walked slowly into the room of Godfather Gambino. The old man was lying on the bed, dripping on his skinny arm.

Although the old man is old, he seems to be in good spirits.

Seeing Lawrence walking into the room, he raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, "You're here." It was a very formulaic voice that didn't contain much emotion.

"What do you want from me?" Lawrence asked lightly.

"I heard that you have done a good job recently." The old man showed approval, "You really deserve to be a descendant of the Gambino family..."

"That's all you have to say?"

"No," the old man chuckled, trying to keep his weak voice steady, "I want to give you a little reward. Good grandson, tell me... what do you want?"

These words heard inexplicable sarcasm in Lawrence's ears.With a sneer in his heart, Lawrence looked at the other party lightly, and said almost cruelly: "I want your life. Will you die early for me?"

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard the words, he laughed instead of anger.

"Well said... If you want to be the godfather of the Gambino family and the top person in the legion, you have to be ruthless!" The old man smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Lawrence, you know Island In the prison, is that man named Fallen Dragon?"

Lawrence's expression changed, and then he became indifferent, "What do you want to say?"

The old man said: "His identity is very mysterious...but that's not the point. The point is that he has an ambiguous relationship with that Zhu Ye. You should know about this..."

Lawrence looked at him casually.

The old man paused for two seconds before he smiled meaningfully: "Originally, I wanted to help you get rid of that scourge. But obviously, I underestimated his ability. I wanted to create another chance, but in the end...the one called Fallen The man of the dragon..."

"What did you just say?" Lawrence cut off the old man's words, his voice sank in terror, "You sent someone..."

"Zu Ye can't live in this world." The old man said firmly, "He is your scourge, so it is impossible to keep him alive. Zhu Ye can't escape the trap I set up, he is destined to die."

Clang!

Lawrence grabbed the old man's neck violently, so big that he knocked down the drip bottle on the shelf!The fragments splattered all over the ground, the needle was pulled out violently, and drops of blood burst out immediately!

Lawrence's dark black pupils were constricted, as cold as ice.The uncontrollable killing intent crazily tore through the air.

The fingers around the neck slowly tightened and exerted force, like breaking a tree branch. It only takes a little more force to easily twist the neck of Godfather Gambino.

However, in the next second, Lawrence let go of his hand suddenly.

He took two steps back, with vivid anger under his sharp eyes.

Suddenly air was injected into the lungs, and the old man choked several times before he calmed down, "Why didn't you kill me...?" He laughed, "Don't you hate me...?"

Lawrence narrowed his eyes, looked at the old man who was out of breath, and said, "You want me to kill you? But I don't." There was arrogance in the cold voice, "I won't do what you want. the sin of 'kinicide'."

Before Lawrence turned and walked out of the bedroom, he glanced back at the man on the bed, "You don't have a few days to live anyway, so why should I dirty my hands."

The bodyguards and doctors rushed into the room, but none of them dared to ask why.

Lawrence stood outside the door, his eyes condensed.

Although the long aisle is full of sunshine, the desolation floating in the room is chilling to the bone.

Lawrence half-closed his eyes, and the expression on his cold and unruly face gradually became lonely and desolate.He whispered, one word after another, "Do you really want me to be the second you..."

Cold and ruthless.Never love someone, and never be loved.

"I won't let you get away with it," he said.

Island prison, special reception room.

The godfather of the Corleone family—Layron?Corleone was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee leisurely at the moment.

On the other hand, the lover Lai next to him looked at him with his face in his hands.Then, the long silence finally wore out Lai's little patience, curled his lips, and said, "I said, what are you doing here? You don't want me to have afternoon tea with you, do you?"

Layron?Corleone tied up his shoulder-length blond curly hair in a rare way today, and smiled at the people beside him, "It's a very laid-back feeling, don't you like it?"

"I'd rather do it than drink tea. Love." Lai smiled broadly.

Layron?Corleone raised his eyebrows, and looked at the other person's eyes with special meaning.

Lai shrugged, straightened his back lazily and fell on the back of the sofa, and said, "Okay, tell me the purpose of your coming here."

Layron?Corleone took a sip of his coffee and smiled, "I just want to see you. And... take you out of here."

Lai was startled, and turned his gaze to his godfather, "When exactly?"

Layron?Corleone unhurriedly raised his left wrist, glanced at the time on his watch, "It's already time."

There was a moment of confusion on Lai's face, and then he said seriously: "You have figured it out."

"Of course." Lailon?Corleone put down the cup in his hand, "How could I let my beloved be involved in the largest prison riot in the history of Island Prison."