Breaking the Ice (Billy Russo story)

Breaking the Ice (Billy Russo story)

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Billy Russo didn't have it easy growing up. But he's always had himself. And he'd learned early that caring about other people was always a waste of time. He didn't want to care for anybody. Not really. His life was perfect the way it was, with his only obligation being to himself. After his best friend Frank Castle died, Billy tried to care. He was at the funeral. He was there for Franks sister. He played his role, pretending to care, the way he liked it. But of course he had to meet somebody. Somebody he could care for. Really care for. And that scared him. She scared him...
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Sequel of His girl Damien Russo, his name makes people scared. Almost everyone knows him either for being a successful billionaire or for being the powerful, heartless Mafia Leader. Sneak peek⬇ Why are you helping? Why are you wasting your time on me when you could have ignored everything." I dare to ask him. He stared at me for a solid 3 minutes before he moved away from the wall and made his way to me. He didn't stop till he successfully caged me between the table and him. "Because since I've laid my eyes on you, I've promised myself that I would look after you and protect you from everyone." He stated, his face dangerously close to mine. "W-why?" I managed to ask. He didn't reply to me but instead, he started to lean in, making my heart beating fast in my chest. My hands were on my side, on the table, gripping it tightly. He put one of his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. He leaned and crashed his lips on mine.

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