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19th Street

19th Street

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 3, 2019
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Fiction
Mystery
I wasn't my own person anymore, I was property. The property of a man which had pulled me out of a dark place, to shove me to another. And now, I can't run anymore. --- This, is the story of my life- correction, this is the story of how my life was taken from me. *Warning* This story contains mature themes such as torture, rape, death, and captivity. Please be sure you understand this before reading.ff
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I spent my whole life trapped in a world of violence, abuse and death--chained to my father's brutal empire. But when my brother was ripped away from me, I did the one thing I should've done a long time ago. I ran. I thought I had escaped the nightmare, and finally got to live a normal life. But it all came crashing down the day I was taken by the merciless Mafia king-- Vincenzo Vittore. My father took something precious from him, and now, Vincenzo wants nothing more than to destroy me as vengeance. Held captive in his mansion, I'm a pawn in his twisted game of revenge. Escape feels impossible, and the worst part? I find myself drawn to the man I should hate with every fiber of my being. He ignites something forbidden in me, something I'm terrified to name. As secrets from both our pasts surface, I realize there's no running from this life--Because it's deeply rooted in my blood. And the only way out is through death.

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