Queen Aimee

Queen Aimee

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A queen was made the moment a deal was struck. Luca Savedra had earned the queen to his empire. A queen to his underworld A queen who wanted no part in the mafia world and her crown which took away every happiness. . . . ' Forever and always' The thought crossed the queen's mind as she sat unmoving on her bed staring at nothing in particular ahead of her "Forever and always Maximilano" she murmured. Rising from the bed for the first time in a week her destination was already set, she moved as if being controlled or maybe she was. Happiness ends here
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❝𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏❞ He is king. King of the Italian mafia and a cold successful business man . He has everything you could ever wish for and more. Money, power and looks. He could have anything he could ever dream.... What more could he possibly need? She is an assassin, trained from a young age to kill without mercy and used by the rich to take care of their enemies. What happens when the king he decides he needs one more thing in his life? Something that money and power couldn't buy? Her What happens when the princess gets made his queen? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Emiliano Vincenzo Giorgio King, 24 years old, mafia leader, CEO and model. Multi-billionaire. I couldn't afford to offend him. His eyes roamed me for a few seconds. Taking in my every curve, causing him to smirk maliciously as soon as our eyes met. "get on your knees, puttana." he demanded, his voice smooth and heavy. This immediately spiked my anger. I was no whore. I glared up at him meeting his eyes as I stood my ground. "Why don't you get on yours, cagna?" = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Started: 11/19 Finished: 04/20

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