𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒
One of the most deadly gangs in Italy. People feared to come close with each one of them, but...
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"You can't be serious?" I heard Enzo ask Lorenzo to astound while all of us were passing through the control room pulling on our hair out of our heads.
Shit just got fucking real.
Now would probably not be a good time to tell them I had just put a whole packet of popcorn into the microwave for 15 minutes.
For fuck's sake in just a few minutes the whole room was probably going to reek of burned food.
"I am dead serious cugino." He explained trying to understand himself what exactly was going on.
"Then why does everyone think there are three of the deadliest guns on earth if there is only one left?" Silas asked from the corner of the room sitting on his seat and raising a brow in confusion.
"That's the thing. There weren't three duplicates of the R25 as Roderico said, there was always only one and exactly five years ago it disappeared into thin ear after she took the formula with her." Lorenzo stated his focus on the computer screen.
We all knew what he meant by she.
"So, you are saying all these years someone was running around saying there were fucking three guns out there? Why the fuck would someone do something like that?"
"The main question is what profits does the person make out of these rumors?" Enzo replied messaging his temple while passing through the room not stopping once.
"Why don't we ask the person who created the weapon we only know who stole the formula?" Lorenzo suggested turning around with his seat to face us, his expression morphed into surprise.
"And who would that be if I may ask?" Leonardo asked stalking up to us and stopping beside Silas as always in his suits and with his numb expression.
"The one and only.."
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Opening the golden doors to the large warehouse I walked in my blond hair falling over the side of my shoulder and my ice white eyes causing the room to go silent. The only sound that was echoing through the room was the klick of my hells on the black concrete getting louder by each step I took.
