|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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"Turn around slowly and put your hands in the air where I can see them, mi Estrella."
His dark and heavily accented voice makes chills run up my spine. My heartbeat stutters and falls to the pit of my stomach as I slowly turn around with both hands in the air.
His face looks the exact same as I last saw him a little over 2 years ago. He has a little bit of stubble that makes him look two years older than his young age of 23. His eyes a caramel brown with golden flecks that used to look at me with adoration now looks at me with eyes that are cold and cruel.
Memories of our time together the good and the bad crowd my brain. Him kissing me after our weekly coffee date at the beginning of our relationship. Him meeting my friend group in Las Vegas a month into our relationship. Us going to a cabin in Colorado for a winter vacation with his friends and mine. Him hitting me and threatening my friends at his Spanish mansion.
Me trying to break up with him after he punched an employee of my father's who was just trying to protect me. Him drugging me and taking me to his house in Mexico.
All of the memories overwhelm my mind and I have to take deep breaths to lock those memories that I have kept buried and never wanted to ever relive them ever again. I push them all back into their hole in my mind. I lock it with iron chains and a million locks that I know will break open after facing this nightmare.
He smirks at me as he watches me battle with thoughts of our time together. I stare at him with fear for what he has in store for me.
Don't give up now! I yell at myself as Declan's fingertips brush my bruising jaw. I flinch away from his fingertips that have inflicted so much pain upon my body.
He smiles at my fearfulness before removing his fingers from my chin to wrap around my neck. I grab his wrists to try and pull them away, but he tightens his grip and lifts me up, so my toes are grazing the concrete floor.
My eyes widen at the feeling of suffocation overwhelming me. He chuckles at my widening eyes before opening his mouth and spitting words out in Spanish.
"Te escapaste de mí así que este es tu castigo, estrellita," he spits at me and tightens his grip even more. I gasp for breath, but no air is able to get into my much-needed lungs. (You ran away from me so this is your punishment, little star.)
"Estuviste perdido durante tanto tiempo que comenzaba a preocuparme por tu salud, pero estuviste justo debajo de mis narices durante dos años completos," he tells me as realeases his grip from around my neck. I drop to the ground gasping for the sweet sweet oxygen that was not available meer seconds ago.
(You were lost for so long that I was beginning to worry about your health, but you were right under my nose for two whole years)
He walks around my depleted body before his shiny black dress shoes are in my line of vision as I stare a the ground in front of me trying to breathe.
