His Lady Justice
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Dernière publication mar., févr. 12, 2019
It all happened so quickly. I clamped my hands over my mouth to suppress my cry as he pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet through the man's head. The blood spurted everywhere, even on
the assassin's shirt. I felt lightheaded, but not enough to miss those vicious eyes. Those ochre orbs were looking straight at me.
Run.
Adrenaline overpowered my other senses. All I heard was the rustle of leaves under my
pounding footsteps, coupled with my panting. I didn't even know where I was
going. I didn't care, as long as it was away from what I had just witnessed.
Run, Anastasia, run.
I looked behind me. Nothing. As I turned back around, wham. I slammed into something I didn't see before. As I regained my senses, I was met with a rigid torso masked by a bloodstained shirt, not the tree or brick wall I had expected. I looked up to face those eyes. My breathing quickened, I lost all concentration. He inched closer to me. No, no, this can't be happening. No.
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NYU law student Anastasia Andris visits Greece for the first time after having lost her parents, in order to attend her cousin's wedding. Little did she know that a harmless walk during the reception would entangle her with the Greek mafia - and more importantly, the interest of its ruthless kingpin, Leander Leventis.
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Release Me
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