Stone Cold
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Mature content This is the story of Alexei Gusev and Francesca Moretti, this is also apart of my first story Cadence which you can find on my account, however it isn't vital that you read Cadence first, though it would help. 'Of all the things in the world I never believed it would be an Italian girl to bring my cousin to his knees'. Trigger Warning; This book contains violence, sexual content, details of SA that may be disturbing for readers. If you don't like the book or my style of writing, then simply don't read it! :) If you do however choose to read it, then enjoy theres going to be a lot of twists and turns in this one!
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She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish mafia had to work together. He is a mafia leader of the Italian mafia. He is determined and doesn't take bullshit. One thing he thinks is bullshit is the alliance between his mafia and the Spanish mafia. He has to work and cooperate with them. It was no problem in the beginning but when the boss of the Spanish mafia introduces his sister in the picture the alliance becomes hell. Will they get along or will they destroy each other? ~~~~~~ His breath fanned over my face. I looked up into his eyes. Those green eyes that melted my heart. "Let me go," I whispered even though I didn't want to but he couldn't know that. "No," he whispered back and his grip on my waist tightened. I could feel the burn of his hands. The burn only he gave me when he touched me. His lips came closer to mine and slowly he pressed them against mine.

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