Soulmate to the mafia don

Soulmate to the mafia don

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MatureComplete Sun, Nov 29, 20207h 48m

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Valerie Gunnar was a simple girl. She liked reading, she was a fiery fighter and she was a total smart mouth. Her life was as simple as it came. But that was till she found out who the universe had given her as a soulmate. Meeting her soulmate in a strange, very unromantic, painful way, she was thrown in a whirlwind of blood and gore, fighting the most important battle, one that would determine the way her life would unfurl. Rex Regio wasn't a man to be crossed. Everyone who came in his vicinity, anyone that even heard the last whispers of his name knew that. So, respect was something he had always expected, without having to ask or do anything for it. But when a feisty little soulmate is mixed in his ordinary gun blazing life, his world was rocked in ways he wasn't ready to deal with. Trying to get back the control his little mate was fighting hard to keep on herself, he pushes limits, both his and hers, living his now changed life, dealing with disrespect and change of powers, not ready to let go of the brown haired beauty that disrupted his life of order. Follow the lives of a cunning cruel mafia boss and a feisty just out of high school girl, where the word boundaries somehow seizes to exist. **Mature content and violence included, read at your own risk. It's mafia, blood, torture, things you would puke at just thinking about included. Sensitive content. be warned** Ps- this is my first story, I wrote at a very young age and English is not my first language. If you do not want to be disappointed- read my other stories that I am much, much more proud of. Love, Author.

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