No Mercy
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Fiction
LGBTQIA+
Queer
Coming Out and Self-Acceptance
Social Themes
Layla grew up in New York, the city of lights the concrete jungle. Literally. But her mom the lush that she is comes home from a night out with a man. He's very attractive tattoo that say no mercy peeping through the collar of his shirt... but his eyes... his eyes hold so much darkness you have to look away. But as time goes on those dark eyes seemed to always be locked on her. Watching with this burning rage and... desire? Small touches and predatory glances, to grabbing her thighs while in the front seat of his Benz. He does nothing but give her what she wants but one day he wanted something in return. Something she could never give away to him. After almost forcing himself on her she knew she would have to leave. So she grabbed everything she owned, hopped in her car and went to the furthest college she was accepted to. Her childhood friend followed her. Ronaldo Fieri, the heartthrob and aspiring nhl player, got into the same college. Harvard. Not as far as she'd like but it would do. But what happens when the college you thought would be your greatest escape from his clutches , turns out to be his old stomping grounds? Now every glance from the teachers men and women alike all have a hidden motive. Some good and some bad. They know exactly who you are, and where you are at all times. And now so does he.
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