By Loyalty I Fail

By Loyalty I Fail

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Elena Falcone, the steel princess has faced hell. Demons she never wants to speak of. Being a quiet girl, she never wanted much more than her family...until Davide showed her she was more than her family name. Davide Scuderi, the son of Fabiano Scuderi, my father's name holds power and fear, I wanted that, I now have that. The Scuderi name inspires fear and admiration, I am a Scuderi...and most people's nightmare. I never wanted more than a name until I started seeing Elena in a new light. Do we have the power to heal each other of old wounds?
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