Tremor

Tremor

AnonymousPickles
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They are my everything. My guardians, my lovers, my saviours, my knights in shinning armour. Life with them was perfect until I started having doubts... Did I only love them cause they where all I had to love? ___________ They control everything in my life. I am theirs and only theirs. They claimed me long ago, and if you so much as glanced in my direction you pay the consequences as I was for only them to look at. There is Atticus, he's the one in charge of everything, the mafia lord himself. He is a monster, a killer, a beast, one that could only be tamed by me. People cower in fear just hearing his name. He demands attention, turning heads and awakening chaos. Then there was Felix. He's charming with his perfect smile and smouldering looks. He has a sweet loving side to him that he shows only to the ones he loves, but to others he can be just as cruel and heartless as Atticus. Oh and don't forget Caleb, the perfect boy next door type of guy. He has a certain type of innocence to him but touch me and he'll still break your neck. He's the nicest of the three. Always there for the cuddles with his sweet smile and perfect deep dimples. Last there was Roman... but we'll save him for later, and this, this is the story of how they stole my heart.
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Heart of Fury - Stone and Fire # 2 [17+]

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