Clara .J. Stari
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Loving A Gangster ~ Seduced By Danger, Bound By Passion
Mafia "Shit, she is escaping," the man with the scarred eyes, cursed out, and grabs the rope I was using to escape.
Taking the vase from the table beside the window, I threw it over to his head, "Get your fucking hands off," I snapped and jumped out the window with the rope as my guide, and he followed.
Turning my head, I sighted him. "Great, today is not just my day," I murmured as I landed on the....
In a world of crimes, spies and a forbid-den romance. I'm Sophie Rust, an 18 years old. College student.
If I may brag a little, I would define my-self as someone who is clever, stubborn, fun-loving and adventurous.
I've always known my parents were more than what they seemed, but never in my wildest dream did I imagine they were secret spy agents working for an underground Secret Service. The Rusts – Wild-cat pair is what they were called.
Their secret life was full of danger and emotional roller coasters, a life I secretly craved.
However, everything changed when I met Alexander Kova, a ruthless Russian gangster leader with a vendetta against my family. And love took an unexpected turn.
Tragedy struck, at the High-Ranking official estate where we stayed, leaving me as the sole survivor among the children of other spies.
Terrified and homeless, The Kovas, our enemies, turned into our protectors, offered me a blanket of safety.
But that hope turned to nothing when a clash between the Kovas and a New York gangster family erupts, turning me into something formidable, a being with powers unimaginable. I never knew I could be the person that I have become..
In the realm of power, secrets, and vengeance, our unlikely romance faces its ultimate test.
As Alexander unleashes mayhem to claim what he believes is rightfully his, will our love survive the relentless storm, or will it crumble in the battle for power?
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