Serena's Dagger (Hidden Realities #1)

Serena's Dagger (Hidden Realities #1)

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The big scary Mafia leader uses his hand to cover his face and I note the blush crawling up his neck. "Fuck. Don't say my name." "I feel like i've expressed how much i hate that rule. I'll say it as much as i want to." i spread my arms and do a turn for the empty room. "Emilio. Emilio. Emilio. Emilio. Emi-" "Cállate," Emillio yells, essentially telling me to shut up-before pinning me to his desk. His office supplies that he cares so much about get knocked over and i gasp. He doesn't even stop staring at my face. "Cállate." he says it again but quieter this time. He lifts his hands and i feel his thumb run across my lips. Heat flashes through my body and i remember him telling me not to touch him. It's a damn good thing rules are meant to be broken. "Dios mio," i mutter quietly. Emilio looks up at my eyes. I smile at him, "i really like where your hands are right now, but if you don't stop, i'm going to touch you." He looks back down at my lips like they are an odd specimen. "Emilio." His grip on my waist tightens and a soft sound escapes me. He grumbles, "stop fucking saying my name." I frown before placing my hands on his chest. I move them up to his neck and he actually shudders under my fingers. My frown dissipates as he drops his hands from my face and to the desk. He lets out a curse and just closes his eyes while I run my fingers over his collarbone and neck. *** Serena has no memories at all. She doesn't even know who she is, besides the names carved onto her legs. Serena and Emilio. Emilio Reyes is infamously known as darkness personified, the leader of New Phoenix's Dark Souls and he works best alone. Always has; always will. This amnesiac woman that was dumped on his proverbial doorstep has done nothing but cause problems and test his self-control. Serena starts gaining memories, and realities begin to unravel. Confusion stirs just as much as the chemistry between them. A war is brewing, and somehow Serena is caught in the middle.
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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