Who I Became

Who I Became

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"This is who I became in all the madness and I believe it's the best version of myself" One night as Halston Ember closes up at work, two large vehicles pull up to her. She gets kicked and beaten as they hold her against her will. Demanding to know where her boss is, Atlas Archer walks out with three guys she works with. Guns in hand they demand for her release, but it's never that easy. Halston is now in the center of a war between two powerful mafia families. Little does she know, secrets now bind her to both of these groups, secrets that should have stayed hidden. -------------------- "I don't know what this game of yours is or where it came from, but if you weren't injured...you wouldn't be walking straight for a week" -Atlas
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"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

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