||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
Well, update on the Wattys Awards. They're out! Congratulations to all those amazing writers who were able to win.
And those who couldn't, we'll try it next time. Don't lose hope.
Until then, enjoy this fun filled chapter.
Love, Sarah.
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The wind lazily blew against my face with my fingers propped on my hips.
'A/N: I love when men place their fingers/hands on their hips.' ^^^
"This asshat is always late." Gianni grumbled, his voice irritated my ears.
"Tell me something new." The distant forest along the horizon came into my view as my eyes flickered open. I looked over my shoulder at my best friend who kept pacing around like a mad man.
"Oh! Okay." He stopped. "How about, Our dear friend is going to get some serious injuries today." He said with all seriousness before starting to pace around again, while I turned my whole body in his direction.
His constant pacing was making my head ache.
"Stop pacing around before I throw you off this cliff, again."
Huh! Always works.
"DimDim-," All of a sudden a cloud of dust appeared infront of me, blocking my vision of Gianni.
"What the fuck!!" I heard Gianni scream before coughing the dirt smoke out his lungs.
A blinding golden Mercedes Benz G Class 63 stood a little away from us -the reason for the now disappeared smoke of dust.
