|Book 1 in Dangerous Mafia Series| Please read this first|
A girl who has secrets and thoughts darker than most.
A boy who will be the leader of the most powerful Mafia in the world.
A past of heartbreak and pain.
Brooklyn Lilac Russo grew up lea...
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My breathing is heavy as I pant. I have been running for what feels like hours. I have no phone to call anyone for backup, and I only have one gun.
My feet are in pain since I stepped on god knows what during my jaunt through the woods running for my life.
I try and slow down my breathing so no one can hear where I am hiding. I lean my body weight against a tree that I took refuge behind to try to calm down my erratic breathing and my palpitating heartbeat.
"Flowe,r come out dear Lilac," Eva calls in a singsong voice that makes the hairs on my arms rise.
Their footsteps that I did not hear before come closer, but I decide not to hang around and make sprint through the trees making sure for them to not see me.
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I land on the ground with a thump and pain radiates from my knees to my ankle that is trapped in vines like ivy-hopefully, not poison ivy.
I look around at my surroundings and listen for any crunching of leaves from someone's footfalls. I reach for my feet and unwind the ivy from around both of my ankles. It is red and rashy, but I rub the pain away as quickly as I can.
Once I throw away the vines into the forest I listen to the sounds of a river or creek nearby. My throat aches with the need for water. I make a rash decision to listen to what my body needs, and I follow the sounds of water.
My ears lead me to a winding river that is going down an incline. I stare at the water before stumbling my way to the river and cup my hands to form a bowl. I drink the water in my hands before going back for more.
I drink as much of the water as I can until my parched throat is no more. I lean against a large boulder and watch the fish swim living their best lives in the nice cool water.
My thoughts turn towards the one man who could bring me comfort in this long cat and mouse game I am playing with these assassins. To which I am the mouse being chased by the cat Declan Diaz and his gang of followers.
I get startled out of my thoughts as gunshots go off somewhere from somewhere I came from. I stumble to my feet and listen to see if I can see or hear any other unusual sounds.
The forest is completely silent with only the sound of wildlife to be heard. Just to be cautious I walk quickly in the opposite direction to make sure I do not walk straight into the gun-wielding hunters or soldiers from Mason's or my father's men.
I keep my ears open to any noises as I get farther and farther away from the river, but deeper and deeper into the forest. I may be getting farther and farther away from my rescue, or closer to the monster of my nightmares, but I have to be getting close to something.
As I get farther away from the river I start seeing splotches of burn marks on trees like someone had a lighter and burnt the tree bark off of the trees. I stop and touch the burned section of a tree. I take my finger off and look at the ash on my finger. I lift my ash-coated finger up to my nose and sniff. It smells like a bud of a cigarette. I take in my surroundings see a Cemetary in 25 feet in front of me.
