Crossroads

Crossroads

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Adelaide Jane has spent her entire life hearing one thing , "never trust a Sinclair." So when she's forced to spend her summer of 2004 at Camp Alderwood alongside Zachariah Sinclair from the wealthy North Side, she expects nothing but arguments, insults, and the occasional urge to shove him into the lake. Zachariah Sinclair has his own opinion of Adelaide. Loud, stubborn, but always impossible to ignore. The feeling is mutual. With rival Houses competing for camp Alerwoods glory and both of their friends making it clear they're not supposed to get along, Adelaide and Zach are determined to stay out of each other's way.but somewhere between those eight weeks of camp ,hatred starts to feel a lot like something else. And when summer ends, they'll have to decide if crossing the line between their worlds was worth losing everything. But some crossroads are impossible to avoid.
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

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