roommate wars

roommate wars

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Imagine this. You've just been on a fifteen hour flight; you're exhausted, grumpy, pissed off with the world and certainly not in the mood to deal with anybody, even your best friend. You arrive at your new apartment that your friend's lent you and are ready to fall into a nice, comfortable bed... except there's a 6'2 ft giant laying across it and you've woken him, so he's now glaring at you with so much hatred it's insane! He may be devilish handsome but he's also a drunk and moody pain in the ass, whom I did not fly all the way across the world to be roommates with the fils de pute (son of a bitch). He thinks I'm a stuck up French girl with a stick up my ass, I think he's a cocky asshole who needs to learn a lesson or two. So without further ado, let the roommate wars... begin. cover design by; me
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ENZO

Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez is a devilishly handsome mafia King. Despite being cold hearted and beyond cruel, he has fallen in love with the woman of his dreams. But can he hold on to her? Or will he lose her because the threats he faces all come with heavy prices, sometimes even death. He has everything he's ever wanted but that could all be taken away in an instance. ------------------------ I checked the scope of my gun, looking through the lens. I clicked a button and a red laser shot out, pointing ahead with sharp precision. Deadly. This mission would be deadly. Raf and I went on many missions so we weren't even bothered. What bothered us was the snow, the cold and the ice. I pulled the machine gun around me, the strap being flush against my chest. In my belt sat a couple of smoke grenades, flares and a chain. I looked across at Raf who was inspecting his guns, checking which ones he would use first. His belt held several gleaming knives, some longer, some shorter. I only had the one knife. I only needed the one anyway. Raf's tan skin was hidden underneath his black long sleeved top, on-top of which was a bullet proof vest. He pulled the straps tighter, so that the vest outlined his muscled physique. ------------------------ BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK THREE OF THE MAFIA SERIES

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