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LECTURAS 128
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LECTURAS 128
Votos 9
Partes 5
Hora 27m

crossposted fostercare foundfamily idk notme readitonao3 seanwhite

and as he sat in his social worker's janky ass car, bouncing around as the dirt road threw them around. he remembered this all. house five, here we fucking go.Todos los derechos reservados

crossposted fostercare foundfamily idk notme readitonao3 seanwhite

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Belle has lost everything to the Mafia. The culprits are lurking to pick her off as well. While life is losing its luster for Belle, Marcello is thriving. Marcello runs several legitimate companies, earning him millions. On top of that, he is considered the Mafia King. Marcello has some type of control of any and every business in his vicinity. And several around America and back in Italy. Staying on top has been his life's work. When returning a favor for an old friend turns into saving Belle's life, the favor turns out much more long term than either expected. ~ "That doesn't matter Belle! Do you not realize you completely disregarded your safety!" His veins popped out at he reloaded and ducked low. We were down to two cars. I licked my lips in worry as I tried to shake them. "Mother fuckers," he curses as our back window was blown out. "I can't loose you!" He suddenly screamed as he shot the second to last driver. I avoided going home because I didn't want them getting any leads. "You're not loosing me, Cello." "It felt like I was," his voice cracked as he chucked a grenade towards the car. I lurched at the explosion and silence followed after our pursuers were eliminated. "Marry me." •• This story will follow a couple trying to navigate the world of organized crime. There will be MATURE scenes so beware, hopefully you enjoy it as much as I do writing it.

Trust Me, Princess (NOT MAFIA RELATED) (COMPLETED) de TrishaChase

"Hey kiddo, where are your parents?" I asked the little figure. "I ran away. They give lots bruises allllll the time." She answered in a small voice. I looked at her and saw myself, before Dad saved my mother and I from Him. "What's your name, sweetheart?" "Quinn." "Well, Quinn, I'm sure you're hungry, come with me and I'll give you something to eat." She took my hand and I led her to my car. ***** Quinn's unfortunate start in life has left her broken and scared. That's until Sam finds her, in the dark, scared and alone Trigger Warning: Mention of abuse: mental, physical and sexual. If you are sensitive to these topics, do not read my book. You have been warned. ~Trisha

Emotionally Scarred de KYTHEWRITERR

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Chase Me de Serena_salfator

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Aurora | ✓ de itsnina2356

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The Citizen Soldier (DNF) de CheetahBoi

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Belle has lost everything to the Mafia. The culprits are lurking to pick her off as well. While life is losing its luster for Belle, Marcello is thriving. Marcello runs several legitimate companies, earning him millions. On top of that, he is considered the Mafia King. Marcello has some type of control of any and every business in his vicinity. And several around America and back in Italy. Staying on top has been his life's work. When returning a favor for an old friend turns into saving Belle's life, the favor turns out much more long term than either expected. ~ "That doesn't matter Belle! Do you not realize you completely disregarded your safety!" His veins popped out at he reloaded and ducked low. We were down to two cars. I licked my lips in worry as I tried to shake them. "Mother fuckers," he curses as our back window was blown out. "I can't loose you!" He suddenly screamed as he shot the second to last driver. I avoided going home because I didn't want them getting any leads. "You're not loosing me, Cello." "It felt like I was," his voice cracked as he chucked a grenade towards the car. I lurched at the explosion and silence followed after our pursuers were eliminated. "Marry me." •• This story will follow a couple trying to navigate the world of organized crime. There will be MATURE scenes so beware, hopefully you enjoy it as much as I do writing it.