Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (red seas under red skies txt) 📕

MAFIA SERIES.

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Author: Petillant Alba

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She is far away from the darkness.
He lives in the darkness.

She can't sleep after seeing someone crying.
He only sleeps making others life hell.

She is a flower . A sweet delicate flower.

He is a thorn. Who can make people bleed easily .

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It's dark romance story.

Warning: Extremely mature content and abuse in the story ahead.

⚠️ Do not copy my work . It's violation of law .

It is my first time writing anything so you can say I am practicing on it. Ignore my mistakes kindly.

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“Vanny you know you can live here if you want” he gets up “see you in the afternoon you can use the pool if you need it” he smiles “my terrace is magnificent Ralf had good taste when he gave me the flat.

"I realize

I say reluctantly and get out of bed to walk her to the door

"You have everything in the fridge, don't wear my clothes if you need to and do whatever you want all day" kiss my cheek "I'll be back in the afternoon and go for a few drinks?

“bale

I sigh at the door and she leaves, I try to watch some TV and even sleep but nothing keeps Samuel out of my mind. I get in the shower frustrated and let the water run over my body to relax me but that doesn't work so I get out of the shower even more frustrated when they start knocking on the door

“Shit!” Wrapping myself in a towel “Thal I can't believe you ran away from Clas...

My voice dies when I open the door, who is on the other side is not Thalia.

He has messy hair, he's wearing the same clothes as aller and his features are pure rage, I bite my lip and feel stupid to see him even sexier with a day's beard decorating his face

“Samuel

I whisper but he narrows his eyes

tell me why the fuck you don't answer the fucking phone

yells at me

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