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SCARS
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Continúa, Has publicado sep 24, 2024
A hitman fall in love with a sweet kind of girl ...

NOT GEVING MUCH SPOILER ....


^ loving type of book 
^ highly smut 
^ depression ahead 
^ family trauma 


this story contain more intrection of main leads more then bushing around ...



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Zoe Narah Garcia, with a tough family situation and a rocky relationship about to shatter, she decides it's time to take a break and enjoy herself. Jerome Black, hired hitman by the Black Cobras, considered a full blown psychopath with no known vulnerabilities, he is sent to deal some of his older brother's business in Spain. What happens when Zoe's boyfriend becomes the bad guy and Jerome manages to play his role of savior? Two worlds collide with a bang and a boom, changing lives forever. Will it be for the better or worse? Read to find out. ┴┈┈┈┈■┈┈┈┈┴ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 🔞 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 ┬┈┈┈┈□┈┈┈┈┬ "Though I would love to feed you myself, you're not a baby for me to sit with, regardless of what your... beliefs are." Forest green eyes lowered to my parted lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I'll give you this, guarding anyone wasn't apart of my plans either." As he turned to the door, I felt the heat vanish at the process of his words, the anger boiling instead. "No, and here I thought you're just a product of my imagination." He stopped, turning to look at me over his shoulder. He blinked slowly before saying, "Did you like me that much?" My breath caught at the sound of his tone. Husky, deep, practically oozing sex, just like his appearance. "Wh-what?" I stammered confused. He smirked, facing me again as he stepped closer. I stepped back, hitting with the back of my thighs the foot of the bed, and he followed, stopping before I fell into the cushions. ❝𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷?❞
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Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-two days. That's how long I've existed in the wreckage of my past. Eight years of hushed whispers, of judgmental stares, of the cold, merciless words-he deserved it. Eight years of therapy, of drowning in grief, of aching for a way to make him proud beyond the grave. Then he appeared. A man who crashed into my world like a storm, reckless and untamed, with no intention of staying. I should have hated him. I did hate him. Yet my body betrayed me, drawn to him with a hunger that defied reason. He was heat and danger, temptation wrapped in sin, and against every instinct, I craved him. I craved everything about him. With him, I forgot-if only for a moment. The pain. The ghosts. The past that held me prisoner. Until it all came rushing back, threatening to consume me. Now, I stand on the edge of something I never asked for-a love that feels like both salvation and ruin-and a truth that refuses to stay buried.