Perfect
  • WpView
    Reads 254
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 15
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 21m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 17, 2022
Ashley gray is a 21 year old Italian Assassin who is very rich and lives in Italy.ashley has a problem and all she knows how to do is kill she does not know how to love because anybody she loves end up dieying in the end. Ace Kense is a 22 year old who is a Italian mafia leader of the most feared mafia in italy he has never known how to love and all he knows is how to kill. All Ace and Ashley know what to do Is kill will that change when they both meet each other. ---------------- "I.. i.don't know what is wrong with me all I know what to do is kill I can't love ash" I say she stops walking towards the door. She turns around facing me. The moonlight shining in her eyes. "I can't love you I can't love anybody because everybody I love everybody that gets close to me they die, my mom,my dad,my brother ,and and ..." I cut her off by kissing her.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Hes my light
  •  Dying Rose
  • Obsession.
  • A flawed love story
  • His Addiction ✓
  • The Heiress of the Ashes
  • In the end, its Him & I
  • Alessandro
  • Amelia Volkov
  • Empire of Blood & Desire

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines