Kismet [ON PAUSE]

Kismet [ON PAUSE]

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We are nothing but bodies in the family, no thoughts or opinions. We are traded, sold, kept, forced to submit to the men. We have no voice or power, just wombs to fill. We are nothing to the men in La Cosa Nostra, my life no matter what I did, my future no matter what I wanted. But when a figure emerges threatening the family, I'm caught in the crossfire and shown an alternate. I see an opportunity to escape my future and be more. The plan was simple: thaw the heart of the head of the Bratva, make him fall in love, make him mad with desire, trick him and destroy him, free myself of the chains but there's one problem. I'm new to the game and he's been waiting, the past and fate binding us, twisting us closer and closer as death looms and secrets crawl out of the darkness. He's mad for me and I'm addicted to him. All Rights Reserved ©solxr28 ©asj_28 September 2022
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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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