Fatal Heat  | 18+

Fatal Heat | 18+

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 13, 2020
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Romance
It was only supposed to be about revenge, all that we trained for, all the jobs we took, we just wanted to make him pay for what he did. We never meant for all this to happen, we just never cared about all the casualties we leave in our wake to finding him. After a while we started to doubt if we ever would, but we never gave up, and now that we've found him, we're going to make him suffer the way she did. We call each other Isa and Anna, those who know us personally calls us Belle and Bella, everyone else calls us The Reaping Angel.
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Belle has lost everything to the Mafia. The culprits are lurking to pick her off as well. While life is losing its luster for Belle, Marcello is thriving. Marcello runs several legitimate companies, earning him millions. On top of that, he is considered the Mafia King. Marcello has some type of control of any and every business in his vicinity. And several around America and back in Italy. Staying on top has been his life's work. When returning a favor for an old friend turns into saving Belle's life, the favor turns out much more long term than either expected. ~ "That doesn't matter Belle! Do you not realize you completely disregarded your safety!" His veins popped out at he reloaded and ducked low. We were down to two cars. I licked my lips in worry as I tried to shake them. "Mother fuckers," he curses as our back window was blown out. "I can't loose you!" He suddenly screamed as he shot the second to last driver. I avoided going home because I didn't want them getting any leads. "You're not loosing me, Cello." "It felt like I was," his voice cracked as he chucked a grenade towards the car. I lurched at the explosion and silence followed after our pursuers were eliminated. "Marry me." •• This story will follow a couple trying to navigate the world of organized crime. There will be MATURE scenes so beware, hopefully you enjoy it as much as I do writing it.

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