Smoke Rings

Smoke Rings

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Arya Vega Darkwood.She has always seen things a bit differently.She wasn't glued to her phone or gushing over 'cute' boys every minute of every day.Her life was normal.Go to school .Do homework .Paint.Repeat.All of this changes when Arya's parents decide to move halfway across the world from the heart of dreary old London to the sunny beaches of California.She runs into dangerous people.Sees things she's not supposed to and has a chance at love .....but maybe this is just a game...one that is played for power...maybe Arya's heart is the key to it all...
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Being born into the mafia, you are given the choice at eighteen to stay or leave. But even if you choose to leave, there are always rules that need to be followed. Laws that govern you for the rest of your life. Any sense of normalcy is thrown out the window and you're forced to find your own sense of normal. After faking her own death, and leaving her mafia family behind. The last person Arya Hunt expected to fall for was Max Verstappen the son of another mafia boss and Formula One World Champion. Follow along as they navigate the strict rules of the mafia world while trying to maintain some form of normalcy in their everyday life. /// /// /// "Max Verstappen, nice to meet you princess." The blue eyed stranger says smiling at you. Verstappen. You muster the strength to stand up, blood dripping down the wounds on your thighs. "Arya Hunt; I heard you were dead." "Funny, I heard the same thing about you." He says staring back at you. /// /// /// WARNINGS - Lots of smut, murder, and violence. Advised 18 years + Read at your own risk!

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