Scars On Her Soul

Scars On Her Soul

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., déc. 9, 2025
"It just doesn't feels right" "What doesn't feels right? Love" "This business trip of yours...I'm just not getting a good feeling about it..." "I don't know why...but I'm kinda scared" "Just listen to me carefully, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to worry about...as long as I'm alive" The conversation we had a few hours before he left, rang in my ears as I paced around on the hard concrete sidewalk, impatiently waiting for his arrival. I turned around quickly hearing a car roughly pull over. "What the fuck are you doing here" He said hopping out of the car, slamming the door shut. And by the tone of his voice I could tell that he was furious with me for not listening to him yet again but that was probably the last thing I cared about right now. All I cared about at this moment was that he was standing right in front of me...safe and alive. "Vienna! I fucking asked you to stay at home until I returned. Why won't you ever listen to me" He added while taking quick steps towards me. Ignoring the anger in his eyes I just ran towards him, throwing my arms around his neck, I sighed in relief...hugging him as if my life depended on it as he sighed before hugging me back tightly. And just like that...I felt safe once again. I felt at home once again. ••• "You have a choice, either choose me or being a mafia" Those were the golden words spoken by Vienna Green, to the love of her life as she feared the destruction that the title 'Mafia' could bring into their lives. And...well, she was right all along! Her life came crumbling down as she witnessed her worst nightmares turning into harsh reality...leaving "Scars On Her Soul". ••• Sequel to the book - "Loving The Russian Mafia" Not a stand alone book. You'll have to read the previous book to understand this one.
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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