A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
Be warned my lovelies, this chapter contains mention of suicide, actions of suicide and etc. I mean in no way to harm, insult, make fun of and or mock anyone in any way.
Kiara is in a coma, and I personally have never been in one or known anyone who's been in one so it might seem a little weird and not exact to what it might feel like. But please remember that everyone's coma experience is different, and I again do not whatsoever mean to offend anyone.
I also want to remind everyone its just a story in which I came up with and that I don't agree with all the characters actions, it is just fictional writing that I have spent many hours putting together, and hateful messages saying and calling out my mistake and how I shouldn't make the characters swear as much will be immediately deleted and ignored.
Kiara is my spicy little cheeto monster, and there was a warning at the beginning of the book, and I'm not changing anything. She is a strong-willed, smart-mouthed little shit, who loves booze and doesn't change for anyone, and will never change.
I have spent hours upon hours writing this, and negative comments aren't appreciated. But thanks to everyone who is supporting me and my writing, it means a lot to me.
*Sighs*
Thank you for listening to my Ted talk, and thank you for reading my rant
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Chapter 43 WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR...
Kiaras POV
Ever since I was a little girl all I have wanted was to fit in, to belong, I wanted people to respect me. I wanted people to understand me. But I was the kid who scared the other little girls away, the kid who would beat up the girls who dragged my name through the mud.
With my daddy gone, and my mom too interested in the needles and the pills to give a rats ass about me, I was free to live and be what I wanted. But no matter how many fights I got into, or how many people I got to 'understand me' i still didn't quite fit it.
I mean I am nothing special, and I am a hot head, overprotective bitch, but I was never like the other girls and I don't think I will ever be like anyone else.
Maybe it was the death of my dad that rocked my once perfect family, maybe I was just as crazy as my mom. But I knew from the moment I first looked into Lucien's eyes, that he was just as fucking crazy and different as me.
