The Raven
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Last published Sun, Oct 17, 2021
Ares, a feared man that is not to be messed with. He's 6'3 and beautiful with green eyes that can read through anyone. To the outside he is the owner to a prestigious hotel company but he's actually the head of the Italian Mafia. He's crazy when it comes to loyalty and family. People think he has no feelings but he'd do anything for his family after knowing the feeling of losing some of them during a mafia war.
Nevaeh, 5'8 with long brown hair and light brown eyes. She's an assassin, not that anyone would know because dead men tell no tales. She uses long and sharp wooden sticks with a raven engraved on it. She uses them as hair sticks or hide by her bra clasp so when she goes into events they don't strip her of it. She's able to get in and out of a job without getting caught. She leaves them behind so people know its her. They now call her The Raven.
When Nevaeh gets kidnapped and finds herself in a room with 5 men tied up in front of her she couldn't help but stay and see what this is about.
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