Deracinated

Deracinated

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Liliya Sidorova, the Armenian beauty tainted by Russian blood. Secret daughter of the Pakhan to the Russian bravta hidden away in a small house just outside the luxurious town of Yerevan, Armenia. Allowed to grow up away from the vile world of crime but never sheltered from the horrors of it. Emilio D'Amarto, the mysterious heir to the D'Amarto crime family mafia. The most ruthless capo the Italian crime world has ever known. Seen only known to a few, but infamous far outside his roots. One is a power-hungry, inviolable God, and the other is an assassin out for blood, blinded by rage and revenge. But one can never have power without first having control, while others would rather die than give it up.
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