Faithful

AlexandraNicoleC

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Parts 31
Time 3h 55m

AlexandraNicoleC

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BOOK TWO OF THE FEARLESS SERIES
    
    Unsure of what to do, Annabelle bolts after Viktor proposes leaving her in a mess of memories and confusion. Unable to go back home but too scared to return to his side, what will Annabelle do when confronted by a new enemy?
    
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     "You're in a lot of trouble young lady for lying to the police," he growled, annoyed that I had managed to lie to him. "It's not you I'm afraid of... it's the Bratva," I cried, messing with the ring in my hands. "The Bratva?" He questioned. "My real name is Annabelle Brewer..." I said blankly. He had no idea. It was the normal officer with him who knew the name. He quickly whispered in the inspectors ear casing him to shoot up from the couch. "You stay there... I need to call back up," he said rushing outside. "Annabelle who are the Bratva?" Josie asked. The whole of Paris was suddenly filled with sirens. "Very bad people Josie," I whispered, tears falling down my face, "they're the Russian Mafia.All Rights Reserved

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BOOK TWO OF THE FEARLESS SERIES
    
    Unsure of what to do, Annabelle bolts after Viktor proposes leaving her in a mess of memories and confusion. Unable to go back home but too scared to return to his side, what will Annabelle do when confronted by a new enemy?
    
                                     ******************
    
     "You're in a lot of trouble young lady for lying to the police," he growled, annoyed that I had managed to lie to him. "It's not you I'm afraid of... it's the Bratva," I cried, messing with the ring in my hands. "The Bratva?" He questioned. "My real name is Annabelle Brewer..." I said blankly. He had no idea. It was the normal officer with him who knew the name. He quickly whispered in the inspectors ear casing him to shoot up from the couch. "You stay there... I need to call back up," he said rushing outside. "Annabelle who are the Bratva?" Josie asked. The whole of Paris was suddenly filled with sirens. "Very bad people Josie," I whispered, tears falling down my face, "they're the Russian Mafia.

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