||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...
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Peace.
That's something I've wanted to feel since forever.
No limits, no responsibilities, no enemies, no boundaries, no guilts, nothing.
Just me and my dreams.
What I am feeling right now as the wind plays with my tresses, my nose almost pink from the cold wind I am breathing, the height at which I am standing right now, the cool wind prickling my bare body, the sound of the wind blowing against me, all feels like a part of my peace.
A peace I desire for.
A pair of large calloused hands wrap around my bare stomach, breaking my thoughts. Their hot breath fans the area below my ear as they come closer to me, bending their head to meet mine. "Get in, before the cold bites you, Princess."
A smile is spread on my face as I nod in response, making them pick me up on their shoulders before walking inside, throwing me on the bed.
"Now, that was not so gentlemanly." I smiled, looking at them through my lashes, propping myself on the bed with my elbows.
"Then I guess it's time to show you all of my ungentlemanly-ness, right Princess?" They smirked, unbuttoning their shirt, following their trousers.
'A/N: who did you think it was?'
"I don't think so, Robert." I smiled, getting on my knees before dashing out of the master bedroom, him springing into action, his pants half undone.
We run around the hotel suite, him trying to catch me.
"Noo..." I whine as he wraps his large hand around my small waist, pulling my towards him.
