GONCHAROV

GONCHAROV

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I know this is a meme but the soundtrack slapped so incredibly fucking hard that I really wanted to write it as a story :)) So here uh have my spin on things Please keep in mind that though I am not an excellent writer, I will absolutely be trying my best to make this a good story... so without further ado: the description! "The greatest mafia story ever told" Winter, the harshest season. It arrives without warning, and leaves only destruction in its wake. Few survive it, and even fewer await it. Winter means cold, and cold means death. There is no escaping winter, just as there is no cheating death. Winter is arriving in Naples. Death is arriving in Naples.
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❝𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏❞ He is king. King of the Italian mafia and a cold successful business man . He has everything you could ever wish for and more. Money, power and looks. He could have anything he could ever dream.... What more could he possibly need? She is an assassin, trained from a young age to kill without mercy and used by the rich to take care of their enemies. What happens when the king he decides he needs one more thing in his life? Something that money and power couldn't buy? Her What happens when the princess gets made his queen? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Emiliano Vincenzo Giorgio King, 24 years old, mafia leader, CEO and model. Multi-billionaire. I couldn't afford to offend him. His eyes roamed me for a few seconds. Taking in my every curve, causing him to smirk maliciously as soon as our eyes met. "get on your knees, puttana." he demanded, his voice smooth and heavy. This immediately spiked my anger. I was no whore. I glared up at him meeting his eyes as I stood my ground. "Why don't you get on yours, cagna?" = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Started: 11/19 Finished: 04/20

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