The Gunslinger is a famed criminal on the 'bad' side of Seattle, Washington. Totally not like that entire city isn't crawling with psychopathic gangs that would like nothing more than to gut someone, anyone really.
On a crisp Autumn day, things for her began to change, for better or for worse she has yet to figure out. She had always been known for being solo. Always. Yet, when she lends a helping hand to a very popular gang of Seattle accidentally, she finds herself tumbling down the slick path of becoming friends, working together, and somehow being tugged into the gang herself.
In some crazy way, she had become close to these cold criminals, and she was hesitantly trusted by them.
Although, everyone has a secret to hide. She had a few secrets she had kept to herself, not knowing how they would react. Can she keep her secret or will it eventually slip?
54 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
54 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Raven Rodriguez has grown up a normal life with the future of the mafia looming over her back.
A new guy moves to her school and seems to make it his mission to torment her. Raven has no clue why, at first she hated it, she hated him, but then she realised that something else was between them. A strong desire for one another.
When Raven discovers Hunters biggest secret, the door is opened into the world of Mafia far sooner than she had planned.
What happens in this exciting, thrilling, sexy world of the mafia as a young women, just trying to survive, just trying to find out who she is.
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Chapter 1:
I turned to go sit down when I caught someone watching from the corner of my eye.
He was staring at me with an expression of pure hatred.
I stared back.
I must admit, even with such a nasty look on his face, he was rather attractive.
His powerful arms were crossed, the unzipped leather jacket tight around the biceps. I could just make out dark tattoos poking out of the white collar of his uniform, brushing against his sharp jawline.
His dark brown hair, do dark it was nearly black, looked as if he had sat in front of the mirror styling it, or perhaps he had just got out of bed.
Still, as I turned to sit, I couldn't help but feel as if those deep, storm blue eyes were still watching me, burning a hole in my back.
I didn't know his name, but the look he gave me made me feel as if he knew everything, and I mean everything about me.
Word count: 90,000
warnings: mature themes and violence