||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
I know I've been MIA for a month or something? I can't even remember.
If you haven't be keeping up on my convo. page, I was unable to update cause my uni was being a bitch and not to mention a pain in my arse for the past two months, giving exams over exams.
I'm finally done with them... For now and hopefully for long enough.
Anyways, enough of my crappy shit life story.
Enjoy! Love, Sarah.
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I was back in my terrace, the cool wind of the night once again playing with my hair, blowing it away from my neck, my hands holding the railing, feeling it's coldness.
That weather was changing, bidding a goodbye to the humid days while welcoming in the chilly nights, which would be spent wrapped up in blankets drinking hot chocolate.
"What are you thinking Mi Artemisia?"
I looked down at his hand, placed on mine before looking up at his stupidly gorgeous face.
"It's his birthday in a few days." My gaze fell back on our layered hands as he gave me a light squeeze.
"You wanna visit him?" He asked although he knew the answer.
"Just you and me." I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder.
I was engulfed in a side hug, two arms wrapping around me. "Just you and I." A tender peck was placed on my head.
