Bloody, Broken & Bruised

Bloody, Broken & Bruised

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Dec 26, 2021
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Fiction
Mystery
Beau Eversley has seen a lot in his young life, and honestly speaking, he's over it. Bright lights, ballrooms, towers of champagne glass and most of all, fake people. He's been lied to and cheated on by the people who he thought once loved him, and now he's bruised and bitter. All he wishes for is some peace and quiet away from the crowds of people, but luck wasn't on his side when he unintentionally crosses paths with Giovanni Armani. Growing up in a mobster family meant Giovanni always got what he wanted when he wanted it, but this way of living doesn't sit well Beau who couldn't care less what the man thought or wanted. These two are the definition of fire meeting gasoline, and only time will tell if theses two will burn brighter together or will they're spitfire only do more harm than good.
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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