Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

"I can't be with you." I won't let them take the one good thing in my life. "Yes, you can Davis." Just one touch from him and he is the calm to my storm. I can be anyone with him, but that's not my reality. We've already been careless, and they could find out, hurt him, eventually kill him. I won't let that happen. "You don't understand." It's getting harder to shut down my feelings the more I'm around you and they will know somethings changed. "Then make me understand, damn it!" The anger in his tone hurts, but I'm doing this to him...to us. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I'm not good for you. I'm not good for anyone. I have to go before I can't walk away, and I need to walk away. "If something is wrong then tell me. We'll fix this." It can't be fixed. I can't be fixed! You can't fix what's completely broken. "Goodbye Liam." "No!" His lips land on mine and I wish that could fix everything, but I kiss him back with all I can for one last time. When I pull away, I run out without looking back. It's for the best. I'll do anything to keep him safe even if it kills me. Sold into the world of child traffickers at a young age, Davis doesn't know any other type of life. Hell, he doesn't even remember his real name. Doing what his owners order him to do or pay the consequences. That is until he meets Liam Freeman. A handsome Australian who he just stumbled upon in a bar. One meeting with him and Davis wants more...a real chance at life. Will he ever be able to get away from the life he's only ever known? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to pictures or songs in the story unless said otherwise. They just portray how I see my characters and the songs inspire certain aspects of the story. Copyright ©️ 2024 All rights reserved. This book or any portion of this book may not be used or be reproduced in any matter whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. Except for brief quotations in book reviews.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this shitty town like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

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A broken boy looking for protection in prison..what could go so wrong ? Ready to find out! Newly re-edited and updated! MxM

Luca Hale has spent his entire life pretending. Pretending he enjoys the parties. Pretending he doesn't care what people think. Pretending he isn't breaking under the weight of being exactly who everyone needs him to be. At nineteen-almost twenty-Luca is dragged from London into the dangerous, glittering world of the Italian mafia when his single mother marries Matteo De Santis, one of the most powerful men in Italy. Overnight, Luca gains five stepbrothers who don't trust him, an extended family who despises him, and a reputation he never asked for. Behind the bad-boy persona and sharp smile lies a secret identity, a hidden underground group fighting quietly for people like him. No one knows who he really is-until he falls for the one person his new family has forbidden him from ever touching. Adrian Russo was supposed to be an enemy. Instead, he becomes Luca's freedom. Green Eyes, Black Suits is a story about chosen family, queer love, forgiveness, and the courage it takes to stop performing happiness-and start living it.

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