The Bishop's Mafia [wlw]

The Bishop's Mafia [wlw]

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Hekate never planned on staying alive this long. She ran from Mexico with nothing but a scholarship, a fake smile, and money borrowed from people who don't forgive debts. New York was supposed to be freedom. Instead, it became another cage built from loan sharks, quiet threats, and a father who understood that fear was a currency. Bishop was the daughter of the man the poorer half of New York owed. Heir to a Bratva-connected empire. Cold, nonchalant, and raised on inherited violence. At NYU, they existed on opposite sides of an invisible war - debtor and executioner's blood. But when Bishop started standing between Hekate and her father's men, lines blurred. Protection came with a price. Hatred turned into something far more dangerous. Because loving Bishop didn't erase Hekate's debt. And in their world, love doesn't save you, it just gives the enemy something else to kill. ©All Rights Reserved
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Formerly known as 'His Angel' Trigger warnings on chapters. ~ "Harmony" it was her name; no longer a scream but a simple word. She lifted her head, and saw him standing in front of her, hanging over and blocking the warm sun. She continued to cry, gripping the dog so tight she was probably fucking hurting her. "I can't take it anymore," she said, her lip quivering, her tongue tasting salty. Waiting for the inevitable, "I can't do it any longer." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Mony-" He leaned down gently, sitting in the grass across from her, trying to catch a glimpse of her face hidden in shame. How could he ever kill her? He couldn't even imagine cutting a hair on her head. "Harmony-" she looked at him with bright red, puffy eyes. "Will you come with me?" So much hesitation on her face, the sight of it fucking killed him. But, she reached out a shaky hand, slipping it into his. ~ Harmony finds her trusting nature doesn't always do her good, and the biggest mistake she ever made was walking home with a man who insisted they were taking a shortcut. She wakes up, cold, tired and terrified, chained to a wall in a stranger's basement. Unbeknownst to her, she's now in the hands of someone else so much worse. She finds herself determined to escape his grip in any way possible, even if it means doing what he wants and pretending to like it. And as more time goes on, Max seems to be further taken by her, doing everything to try and mend bridges to get her to stay. But, she can't become complacent; that's how people die. She's found herself deep into the underbelly of life others don't know, where laws are not the same, where people are not the same. Surrounded by a pack of gun runners, thieves and murderers, she starts to question if she could ever go back to her old life. When does the puppetry start being the truth? ~ Not everything is always green and blue.

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