The Mafia King and His Flower

The Mafia King and His Flower

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"What are you doing to me Bella?" He whispers, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "What do you mean Matteo?" I say looking up at him with big doe eyes. He looks at me with dark eyes, sizzling with fire and an emotion I've never seen enter his eyes. "You're so innocent," he mutters. I look up at him with confusion before he leans closer and closes the gap between us and puts his lips on mine. ****** SHE IS INNOCENT HE IS RUTHLESS SHE IS SWEET HE IS COLD SHE'S NEVER KILLED HE'S MADE A CLEAN SHOT ****** Please do not copy my book. This is my book and my book only. If you copy I will report you for plagiarizing. Thank You for your consideration.--- Nikki Sparks
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Eve Black

Meet Eve Black: I decided to flirt with the guy that did it, "Heyyyy cutie," I say with a wink. "Hey, pretty lady," he says in a gross seductive tone. I can't deny that he is very handsome. He had piercing green eyes that would make any girl go weak at the knees. But I am not any girl. "Can I ask you something?" before he could respond I continue, "Why did you try to drug me?" He looks shocked as my tone went from flirtatious to serious in a matter of two seconds. "Well, I have no idea what you are talking about," he says while slightly panicking. I stand up, "Well if you don't know what I am talking about then why don't you take a sip of my drink?" a few heads turned our way and start watching. "N-no I am good," he stammers confirming that he did in fact try to drug me as I suspected. "You know what, I don't give a damn what you say you 'don't know anything about' because I know what you tried to do to me." I pick up my drink and smash the glass on his head. I watch as the pink drink that was in the glass stains his white button-up collar shirt and his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. As I am walking out I yell back, "You know damn well what you did too." I flip him the bird and I leave the bar and Hazel and all her friends behind. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

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