𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 (𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 (𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭." The 34-year-old Alisha is the daughter of one of the richest men in Las Vegas. Her father, Henry Donovan, has racked up enormous gambling debts to James Prescott, a ruthless crime lord and member of the secret organization "SOLID." Prescott demands the unthinkable: Alisha herself. Desperate, Henry turns to General Kael Varyn, a legendary figure in the U.S. military, whose true identity is hidden behind a tactical mask. Kael agrees to help-not out of pity, but because he has waited years for the chance to finally take down Prescott and SOLID. As Kael moves to destroy the organization, Alisha searches for answers. Why is he so determined to bring down Prescott? And why does she feel an inexplicable connection to this mysterious man?
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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