Connected by the heart
  • Reads 511
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 15
  • Time 21m
  • Reads 511
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 15
  • Time 21m
Complete, First published Jan 14, 2022
Mature
This is a love story follows two girls named Victoria (vita) Giovanni and Yara Santos, Yara's parents were never around and she was always by herself in LA because of her parents and her family owed a lot of money to a certain Mafia family well now Yara is in jail for her parents doing but what if a important girl with a lot of authority walks in needing a maid? Will this end well for Yara or will this in a tragic story? Read and find out...


Warning

-Drugs
-cussing 
-fighting 
-screaming 
-arguing
(You get the point you have been warned.)
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A Mafia Romance : : Andrei, soon to be leader of the Bratva (Mafia)...Have ever love one woman, and that was Yulia. The woman she lost...The woman she was destined to have...The woman she never have...The woman she will have even if take, burning a city to the ground. : : "I remember you," she said, her words lingering in the air, cutting through the tension that had built up between us. It was as though she could read my thoughts, answering the question I'd been asking myself all day. But the answer-if anything, left me more uncertain than ever. "Can I go now?" I asked, trying to escape the pull of her presence. But she wasn't finished. "I want you, Kitten." Her words echoed the past, a ghost from long ago. She reached in, gently cupping my face, making me meet her gaze. I couldn't believe I wasn't pushing her away. I wanted to cry. This meant she remembered me. Her long fingers traced a path to my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. If she remembered me, why had it taken her so long? She returned only when I no longer needed her.