mafia bestie

mafia bestie

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New year, new me. That's what they all said. It's what I had believed for the longest of times; until I realised the scars which adorned my soul would always be there- serving as a harsh reminder. A reminder that once dark touches you, there's no way back. What happens when Ivy Rose is walking home one day when she notices a women fighting off 3 men all at once in an alleyway, then brings out a ... gun and shoots them all in the head. Ivy wasn't perfect- she knew that. In fact, she went as far to embrace it, it was what made her feel unique- special. So instead of crying or screaming like a normal person at what she witnessed, she walked to the women. She didn't walk away, nope, she walked straight into the Lion's Den. Lucky for her, she would turn out to be a lion. yhh its half 2am and idek what im writing atp soo mb if it doesnt make sense
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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