||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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It was damn fun.
And tiring. He tired the fuck outta me, I swear!
I stare at the man sleeping soundly, in front of me, unknown about his surroundings.
"Robert, wake up." I call him out.
His eyes fluttered open slowly as he looked around in a daze, before his gaze stuck on me.
"Princess?" He whispered. "What are you doing so far from me? Why are you wearing a mask? Come here." He ordered.
"No Robert." I refused.
"I said come—," He paused, looking down at him, confusion raising in every part of his body.
"I just wanted to play another game, Sir." I said in a seductive way, batting my eyelashes at him.
"What kind of game is this!?" He shouted.
"It's called," I giggled. "Seduce and kill." A full blown laughter erupted from my throat, making me almost fall off the edge of the bed I was sitting in.
"Get this off me." He shouted, the metal chair beneath him squeaking.
"What's the fun in that, Sir." I giggled, standing up. "And please tone it down a bit, you don't want him waking up." I whispered.
"Too bad, I'm already up."His deep voice had all my baby hair perk up, along with something else in my body.
Why does my body have to react to him in this way?
I turned around and smiled at him, before looking back at Robert. "Whoopsy." I covered my mouth with my hand.
A pair of warm large hands held my shoulders as we looked down at Robert's tied up form on a metal chair.
