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Dysfunctional Love (#2 DYSFUNCTIONAL)
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  • Reads 254
  • Votes 54
  • Parts 20
  • Time 2h 8m
Ongoing, First published Jul 28
Coming to America should have been my first step to freedom, but you can't run from your past, it always guns you down in the end.So in the black hole of shit that is my life, I prayed for a silver lining. it came in the form of Misha Rourke. The pain in my ass that refuses to leave. I know he will soon, he has too. after all I've done, who wouldn't?


I wasn't supposed to meet her. but now that I have, I can't let go. Stella Russo. She has so many demons hunting her, but I'll slaughter them all along with anything that would dare stand between us. but she wants me to leave, but I can't. I can't walk away knowing I've left her behind.

DYSFUNCTIONAL LOVE this is book two of the dysfunctional series. it can be read as a standalone however, I recommend reading the first book DYSFUNCTIONAL HOPE to understand better.

DEDICATED TO those who lived scared and scarred


Trigger warnings: sexual assault of a MC, child abuse mentioned and depicted on page, light BDSM,



please note, I am not an expert on the mafia or BDSM lifestyle and this book is purely for enter.tainment
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