The Iniquity.

The Iniquity.

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"𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒...𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝." 11 years. That's how long it's been since Adriano left his first love, Sevyn. He spent nights and days yearning for her touch and to see her smile again. He was the leader of the Italian mafia but when it came to her, he found himself in his weakest state. Sevyn found herself broken at the absence of the person that she thought was her true soulmate. She hated him for leaving her but deep down they know the mutual feeling of love never ceased. Once Adriano returns he discovers that she is no longer the innocent, shy girl he once knew. Sevyn finds herself in a state of turmoil and refuses to succumb to those brown eyes of his. But what she doesn't know is the true reason why he left her. ♕♕♕ "You think that after being gone for all those years, you'd come back and everything would be shits and giggles?" She raged, holding the gun up to his head. "Nah, I thought I'd come back and fuck the shit out of that pussy till you cum on my dick over and over again begging me to stop, that's what you want right?" He whispered, pressing his forehead into the barrel of the gun. "If that's not what you want, then shoot me." WARNING! MATURE CONTENT.
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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