Historias de Blackwoodseries

"How can you expect him to handle gang business when he can't even handle his alcohol?" Alyaise found herself asking as they stood in the noice tavern. "Don't judge a book by its cover, Alyaise. That man over there is the best in the game. And he will be perfect for our image." Quinton answered as the said man dragged himself into an upright position on the bar stool he sat on. "Then why is he not part of any gang?" Alyaise questioned once more. "He is not a man that likes to be tamed" Quinton answered looking at Jake with the sort of admiration that Alyaise had seen in his eyes when he used to look at her father. "Are you sure that is the Jake we've been hearing about?" "Oh, I'm certain" Quinton murmured just as Jake fell off his bar stool and landed hard on the ground with a thud, mumbling gibberish. Alyaise rolled her eyes as she looked at the drunken pile of muscle that now lay on the floor, passed out. This could not be the man she had heard terrifying stories about. ♤■♡●♢ He needed the cash and she needs a husband. They were a perfect match! Or not? Warning: Book contains mature themes. Not recommended for readers under the age of 18.

"Why won't you let me in" I whispered. "Because I'm afraid that if I do, you won't like what you see and you will leave me" he said back then pecked my lips softly and left. "How can I leave you, when my own past is haunting me." I whispered lowly to myself as I looked at door that he had just closed while walking out. Book contains mature content and is not recommended for readers under the age of 18. All Rights Reserved Copyright @dafreakbarb @dafreak08