The Blind Falcon

The Blind Falcon

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I was born in a low life drunken family of Irishmen. I've always wanted to overcome my statue, but in order to do so, I needed money. In my younger years, I fought on the streets - later on, in between the chords of boxing rings. I was fucking spectacular. People paid a shit ton of money to see me, bet their fortunes on me, chant my name whenever I threw the final punch and knocked out my unfortunate opponent. By the time I became a major, I've packed my bags and went to Law School. I finished first in my class. Firms fought for me like sharks in a writhing sea, but I decided to start my own. Five years ago I quit acting upon the law. I am corrupted, I commit fraud, I pay juries and policemen in order to achieve my personal agenda, I do money laundry through my bar. In other words, I'm just a bar owner. "The Blind Falcon" is my only interest, thriving right underneath my eyes day by day. "Aristocrats and criminals have a lot in common. They're both selfish, get bored easily, and have access to wads of cash they didn't have to work honestly to get. The topper? Neither have any interest in bourgeois rules or morality. Put it all together with a roulette wheel. A stunning recipe for success." - Legend
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His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. *+*+* Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? *+*+* "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? *+*+* Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

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