The Last Turn

The Last Turn

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"I am not insane. I can feel something. Something is there. I am not lying. Trust me, please." The night I took my last turn, I thought things would now be alright, but it was not an end, instead was the beginning of something even worse. The journey of mysteries and crimes began the night when it was raining stair rods in Las Vegas. "Vegas", the city of sin. No one inferred that this place would take everything from me. Later that night, when I took my last turn in Vegas, I was entirely oblivious to what was ahead of me. It was an excursion of loss, affliction, enigmas, and deceptions. Who could say that the people I trusted the most would betray me one day? They slaughtered her. She avenged her death. However, I was the one to lose my world in all of this. Trust, loyalty and faith. Well, these are not just words. Rather, a person's life hinges on them. Believing them was my choice, severing which was their preference. I am Mihika. Mihika Wilson. And this is my story." The Last Turn - The Journey is yet to begin..." "On the path of Trust lies the mystery of crimes." ~Mihika Wilson
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"You're annoying. I just gave a speech to you about trying to get me in bed and now here you are fucking staring at my ass." I shouted at him, he smirked while staring into my eyes. His stare made my feet feel like jello. "Asshole." I kept on walking. I was pushed up against the wall. "What did you just call me?" He pulled out his gun pressing it in my side, "I said asshole." I heard him groan. He looked down to see my knife pressed up against him. He looked back up at me. "What is going on here?" We heard the door open. Pushing ourselves off each other we quickly hid our weapons. I looked up to see Matvey staring at us. "Nothing. We were just exploring." ***** Annika Balakin, at a young age she had a normal life. With the sudden death of her mother, she was moved back to her mother's home country. Years have passed, treated unfairly and abused. Hurt and broken her mother's past was then facing her, a past she didn't know existed. Luka Stepanov is a mafia boss who was thrown into the world of blood and guns at a very young age. Feared among everyone, he runs the biggest mafia with a deep secret that could make his people turn against him. They say a broken heart can never be fixed, but can they? When two damaged souls meet will they be able to heal the other? What happens when family, secrets, the past and the death of her mother all come back adding up to something bigger. Will it change her life forever?

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