Dance Of Desertion
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  • Reads 26
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2022
Manor, a deathly charming hunk of a man, seeks vengeance over his abusive family while searching for them day and night, when suddenly he finds shelter under the wing of a misty ghost. 

All is well, but for how much longer . . . ?
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Zia, a feisty Polynesian island girl with a secret ability to see the future, has found herself in the worst possible situation-sold into a high-end secret brothel in Italy, where foreign girls are auctioned off to the criminal elite. Luckily, the owners are keeping their "goods fresh," meaning she and the others haven't been touched. But time is running out. Then, she gets a vision: Jax Vinci, a devastatingly handsome CEO and one of the most feared mafia bosses alive, is about to storm in and burn the whole operation to the ground. Jackpot. That's her way out. With nothing but pure nerve (and let's be real-desperation), Zia sneaks out of captivity and straight into the VIP room of the dangerous crime lord himself, dropping the bombshell: "I know you're about to obliterate this place in an hour" Jax is unimpressed. Why believe a random, barely-dressed girl in the middle of a human auction? But Zia isn't backing down. "I'll be useful." She swears. Famous last words. Sure, Jax saves her-and the other girls-but let's get one thing straight: he's no knight in shining armour. Ruthless? Check. A mind balanced between calculated sociopathy and subtle psychopathic tendencies? Double check. Zia is stuck with a man who treats emotions as an afterthought and intimidation like an art form. Surviving him is one thing. Keeping up? That's another. And falling for the dark brooding mafia boss who just might be worse than the monsters he destroyed? (Yeah... she's in trouble) (All characters and events in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)