His Girl

His Girl

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Neglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders. Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robot. Cruel,Merciless,Cold hearted. All words that describe him. He is a man everyone fears, who nobody dare cross. He was James Black. Billionaire,player and head of the mafia. She sat in a dark gloomy cell, the single bulb had gone out long ago. She was alone but she didn't mind. It was peaceful but she couldn't relax. Tonight she would be either sold or killed. "I want two girls, show me them all" *Completed* *This book will be uploaded onto good novel*
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What happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? She is just at the beginning of her year-long world travels when she falls into the hands of him - an Italian mafia Don driven by the thirst for answers and revenge. When there is something else thrown into the mix - obsession. But is it the healthy kind? -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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