NITE ALBERONA (Wild Men Series)

NITE ALBERONA (Wild Men Series)

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NITE ALBERONA-When his beloved was raped and killed. He wants to know the culprit, and all pointing fingers are directed to a secret organization called Foedus Corp. Avenge. Mission. Requite. He found a way to be welcomed by the organization itself. And once he was in, he started to dig graves for the seven mighty founders of Foedus. And when he thought rainbows were not for him, he met her again-November Scotto-a pretty but lethal eighteen-year-old mafia heiress who once taught him that being unkillable is more important than being brave.
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Just as they thought I was going to pull the trigger I moved my gun and walked to the man in the crowd. Everyone formed a circle around us. "Why?" I asked. The man got on his knees and looked around him. "I had no choice" he said. "Yes you did" I exclaimed and watched him kiss my feet. As if that would stop me. Its his fault Alessandro almost died. "Forgive me" he whispered. "As You wish" I said and placed my gun at his head. Bam. The room was silent. I moved away from the mess and walked towards the man in the chair. "Please learn from this" I said and looked at the men in front of me. I fired. "Someone clean this mess" I ordered and handed a man my gun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dakota lived normally, she was a simple person. One day she was dragged into a world that she belongs to rightfully but doesnt know of it. Follow her in her journey. © Ivana Izaguirre

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