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Falling For The Past [On Hold]
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21-year-old Kiareh Sultan, born in Iraq, where she lived and grew up. Her grandparents had raised her since her parents died when she was ten years old in a plane crash. Her family is full of Elites; her grandfather is a mafia leader, her uncle is Vice President, and her grandmother owns a successful fashion line. She's got her life in order, that is till she runs into someone she never thought she'd have to face.
25-year-old Matteo Da Varano, born in Italy, has spent his entire life preparing psychologically and physically for the biggest event of his life: becoming the next Don of the Italian Mafia. Many refer to him as vicious, cold hearted, and the devil in disguise. Yes, he cares about his family just like everybody else, but beside his family is his mafia, which he will do anything to protect. A night out with his family causes a little trouble, when they run into some familiar faces.
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"We need to pray, untie us." I say
"And why would I do that?" He questions
5 minuets later....
I was sitting here 5 minutes later with my hands in the air praying... well...ranting to god about my god awful day and how my kidnapper almost touched my hijab and that he must forgive me for my language today. Yes I was taking my time but I was going slower than usual and staring dead at Matteo.
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