S I X  [HS]

S I X [HS]

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18+ Valentina Morales, raised by her uncle since she was seven in a small town called Saugatuck in America with little to no population of 600-700 in town at most. Valentina had grown accustomed to being a lonely person, she had a small circle of three people no more no less. She wasn't really allowed friends; You see her uncle is a member of the CIA , very high ranked, his job or position not known to many in the world, more than underground CIA and he has a-lot of people who wish him dead just like her parents, so her life was far from the best or livable for that matter. "You're all I have left." I sobbed as he grabs my hands that were clawing at his body. "She is waiting for you at the front of the building, leave Valentina. Now." "Will you follow me? You have to follow me, please don't leave me!" I scream and sob pulling at him but he manages to cling me off of him. "Remember, it's just another day." ___________ Warnings Available in Introduction.
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"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

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