His Mafia Girl

His Mafia Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 8, 2019
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Romance
Rosalie Volkov is a seventeen year old girl living in Texas. However, she is not a normal American girl. She is actually part of the Russian Mafia but her family resides with the American Mafia, who are allies. Rosalie has just graduated from high school when her family must return to Russia for the summer for the first time since her parents moved to America. Nikolai Kazakov is the youngest Russian Mafia leader in history at twenty years of age. He resides in Kazan, Russia where the mafia's headquarters is located. He is ordering the return of many high ranked families, along with some American Mafia families of high ranks, to discuss important business. What lies in store for these two when Rosalie returns to Kazan for two months? When Nikolai meets the stubborn, head strong, yet sweet and beautiful Rosalie? When Rosalie runs into the most dangerous and feared mafia leader, Nikolai? Read to find out!
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