Made For Ruin

Made For Ruin

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Alara Williams is a twenty-four year old who is currently attending Chicago University and has been offered the opportunity to volunteer to tutor children at the prestigious middle school in the state. Teaching has been Alara's passion since she started to speak, she loves the idea of helping others by helping them achieve their dreams. When she becomes the private tutor of Evaline Sokolov, a sweet, smart-mouth thirteen year old she finds herself in a whirlpool of Russian Mafia and her mind and heart find themselves lost in deep blue ocean eyes filled with a dark past. Will she be able to run away in time? Or will she stay and face the consequences? Anton Sokolov, leader of the biggest Russian Mafia family in Chicago has everyone bowing at his feet. Not to mention all the gorgeous, model-like females who throw themselves at him leaving them heartbroken at the end. His life has been filled with blood, dear ones lost over and over again, and war but when he lays eyes on one shy and intelligent Alara Williams everything becomes a blur to him. Will Alara just be one of his one night stands? Or will she crawl and help him destroy his walls that are built with sorrow, grief and anger?
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"I want you so much it's driving me insane," he said quietly, his voice rougher now, stripped of control. "Every time you walk into a room, I feel it. Every time you look at me with those eyes..." His jaw tightened. "You have no idea how badly I want to lose control with you." A shiver ran down my spine. "Then why are you fighting it?" I asked softly, stepping closer. He stepped back immediately, as if my presence burned him. "You don't understand," he muttered. "I understand enough," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You want me. I want you. So what's the problem?" His dark gaze snapped to mine. For a moment, something dangerous flickered in his eyes, something raw and almost frightening. "The problem," he said slowly, "is that men like me ruin women like you." The words hung heavy in the air. I frowned. "You don't get to decide that." He laughed once, but there was no humor in it. "If you knew the things I've done... the things I'm capable of..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "You wouldn't be standing this close to me." "I'm still here," I said quietly. That seemed to affect him more than anything else I'd said. His eyes softened for the briefest second before the wall came back up. "That's exactly the problem." Silence fell between us. Thick. Heavy. Electric. Finally, he turned away from me as if the sight of me physically hurt him. "I'm not the man for you, Jessica." My chest tightened painfully. "And you don't get to decide that either," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. He didn't answer. He just walked away.

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