She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)

She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)

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His name is Zane blade. At only 17 he had committed enough crimes to put him away for 30 lifetimes, something he considered an accomplishment. On this list of accomplishments he also put being 2nd in command of the biggest mafia in America. Zanes life had always been enough until his father was murdered a year ago, but his father wasn't the only thing he lost that day. In addition to that, he also lost his left eye. He was approached last year after his father's death to live for a greater purpose. Turning these mafias into something better. His life is filled with danger, bullets, and blood. But it's his life...even if He doesn't want it and He is on a mission that could make it better. Her name is Moriah coldburn. She was adopted along with her twin sister when she was just 2 weeks old. The family she was adopted into was amazing and she loved them all like her own. Thats why when her adoptive parents died in a car accident last year it broke her. She stayed strong for my family and held them together getting a job right away to help support the large family. She loves her family more than life itself. Her life is filled with Sunday church, high school bullies, and late nights working at the hospital. News comes in about a way to take down the biggest mafia that was a threat to them. Zane leaves right away to complete his mission, finding the child of a dangerous mafia king. Little does he expect to find a little blonde girl with fire in her eyes. Follow them through bloody gunfights, dangerous kidnappings, arranged marriages, and whatever else is thrown there way.
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Pain comes in many forms. Heartbreak, headaches, broken bones, and that quiet, soul-splitting kind that doesn't leave bruises. But the kind of pain I've witnessed goes beyond all that. Have you ever heard a man scream, really scream, as he's being beaten and his fingers broken one by one? I have. And as twisted as it might sound, in that moment, it felt... satisfying. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a psychopath. These people, they deserve it. In a world full of monsters, someone has to be worse. Someone has to be the shadow in the corner, the final judgment behind a red-drenched smile. That someone is me. Reanne Anderson. Twenty-four. Assassin for the Anderson family. Secret hacker behind their impenetrable systems but to most, I'm the Red Lady. I respect boundaries until someone crosses mine. Then I become a storm in heels, or combat boots, or whatever the hell I'm wearing that day. And then there's him. Lorenzo Russo. Twenty-eight. Newly crowned Don of the Russo family after his father was butchered by the Russian mafia. Lost his mother in the same bloodbath. He's cold, calculated and ruthless. He looks at people like he's already decided whether they're useful or dead. He's got the eyes of a man who's seen too much, felt too little, and trusts no one. Our paths were never supposed to cross. But war doesn't care about plans. He needed someone who could crack into encrypted systems. He needed a ghost. He got me. But sometimes, even in the darkest corners of the world, two dark souls might just bleed for each other.

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