Domenico Rossi
She was a ghost. One moment she was there the next she was gone.
A bit like smoke when you ran your fingers through it. Unable to grasp it, all you could do was watch it sit heavy in the air then fade away.
She played games with my mind, twisted my emotions, then she would disappear. Causing my body to crave her like an addict. Her body was sinful. Created straight from the fires of hell and just as hot. Her lips deceive you with every word. Her kiss was deadly and consuming all rational. Her heart was stone cold and locked with a key nowhere in sight, but it didn’t stop me from searching for it.
Aviva D’Angelo
He was beautiful. Something so unique and rare that I wanted to break it. Playing with him was a perk afforded to me from the pure hatred and long list of hits that I needed to prove to my father that a woman can live in a man’s world doing a man’s job and be just as strong. A daughter can be just as great as his prodigy of a son. Useful, resourceful, and strong. Yet in his eyes no matter what I did I was the reason he no longer had a son, an heir to the throne of the D’Angelo mafia underworld. So, with that being said this is why I play the deadly game of cat and mouse with all men of the mafia. Walking within the illusion of disillusion to unravel all the senses of the boss of bosses and bring down the house of Rossi.
Genre: Romance
She was a ghost. One moment she was there the next she was gone.
A bit like smoke when you ran your fingers through it. Unable to grasp it, all you could do was watch it sit heavy in the air then fade away.
She played games with my mind, twisted my emotions, then she would disappear. Causing my body to crave her like an addict. Her body was sinful. Created straight from the fires of hell and just as hot. Her lips deceive you with every word. Her kiss was deadly and consuming all rational. Her heart was stone cold and locked with a key nowhere in sight, but it didn’t stop me from searching for it.
Aviva D’Angelo
He was beautiful. Something so unique and rare that I wanted to break it. Playing with him was a perk afforded to me from the pure hatred and long list of hits that I needed to prove to my father that a woman can live in a man’s world doing a man’s job and be just as strong. A daughter can be just as great as his prodigy of a son. Useful, resourceful, and strong. Yet in his eyes no matter what I did I was the reason he no longer had a son, an heir to the throne of the D’Angelo mafia underworld. So, with that being said this is why I play the deadly game of cat and mouse with all men of the mafia. Walking within the illusion of disillusion to unravel all the senses of the boss of bosses and bring down the house of Rossi.
Genre: Romance
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