Sofía Vendedas was your typical Latina badass. She was rough, and tough, and didn't care about anyone or anything. She's in 2 gangs and is the leader of another. Currently living in Toledo, Ohio. She's still running from the mess that her dead father caused. Running from gangs, packs, and more.
In school, she is the bad girl. The rebel. Drugs, sex, alcohol, vandalism, you name it, she did it. Everybody feared her. Worshiped her. And definitely didn't get on her bad side.
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All those years ago. I was not only 2nd in command in my fathers gang. But I was their slut, their whore, their little dirty secret. I thought I escaped him. But the sick bitch had the other half of his gang lured me into joining their gang. I became their slave, their slut, their punching bag, their 2nd in command. I went back to live with my father because he said that if I didn't he would kill everyone I cared about in cold blood. That is me, my mom, my best friend, my cousins, and most importantly, my younger brother and sister. I had to do what he wanted. In order to protect my family which he sure as hell wasn't in. Family doesn't rape and abuse you. Family doesn't do all the things that the had done. Family, was me, my mom, and my brother and sister.
WARNING: THIS BOOK DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, DRUGS, SEX AND ALCOHOL, GANGS, AND OTHER R RATED SCENES.
NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 13!!!
MATURE CONTENT
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