"You say you want nothing to do with this life," he breathed, alighting my skin. "And yet, you come to me, time and time again."
I fumble around for my words. "I think you'll find you're the one to come to me." His hands come to rest on my hips, pu...
Roma Belluci was well aware of her family's business, of what they did to those that opposed them. She was sure everybody knew. But that didn't mean she supported it— that she wanted to be apart of the guns, the violence, have a hand in the deaths. So, she stays as the law-abiding citizen she craves to be, turning a blind eye to the dirty money flowing through their family.
Carmello Moretti is quite the opposite. He followed in his father's footsteps, taking on the role of the leader when it came to him. There was nothing he wouldn't do to put himself on the top, no strings he wouldn't pull to get exactly what he wanted.
He's the enemy.
He's trouble.
And yet, she can't quite seem to stay away.
A U T H O R ' S N O T E
This story will contain graphic violent and sexual scenes throughout. Oh, what a shame.
It will likely be fairly short, in comparison to other books on this account, and will be written in a short space of time— apologies for any grammatical and spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy! - Deanne x
No form of this story may be transmitted, claimed or redrafted without the prior, express permission of the respective author in writing. ~ mrssridd1e2019
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