Cruel Academy - A Mafia Romance

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h through the rusted side door

so the air is humid. But it feels

tant cars passing on the highway. The drone of the single fluorescent streetl

ut of the darkness and grabs

e you doing here?

still caught in

cting to

ish what he started. To shu

t's n

s Levi-John'

I feared. But not

h my arm free of his clutches

he scent of alcohol. So much that I feel a little drunk jus

s. "Thought I'd put some

artass. No one has heard from you in months. If

. "You don't s

's a

g lot with a drunken asshole who's best friend with my abusiv

as Caleb Wilson, the Fighter Prince of Ravenl

em will hear me if I s

means one thi

always referred to him as "the rat," which amazing

ing to take back to his nest of Hell Prince scum. And if you give him the

he is bigger than I

again. His hand is an immo

e. He must see me glance around, hoping for

anymore. You know that, right? No on

n if we aren't dating, I'm sure

n look yellow and sickly. When he smil

r, honey. You don't know the first fucki

mall alcove in the alley behind the abandoned bui

nst his hold, but

got

and pins me there with his hips. My head c

r in my chest, but I ca

ody is froz

, Levi's mouth

ng warm or sensual or pleasurable about it at all. It feels like my teeth are being

rprising him enough that he stumbl

at my mouth with the sleeve of

al is about. John was pissed when you left, and

s towards

is off and he takes it in the thigh instead. He

when he rears b

vision double.

o one is com

urself," he slurs. "Relax a

body is plastered to mine so thoroughly

ter against my hips. I cringe away from him and try to pull m

ppening. I can't think s

I'm fucked

s open. A sharp triangle of light s

owards the doo

Hell Prince I recognize but don't know

oor. Just before it shut

i sighs, cutting m

l human beings. I expect the guy to step in and see

uckles to himself.

closed, plunging us i

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ever stood

being a few pounds heavier and a few

cking

while to rea

acked him straight in the jaw that he started

rner of the ring as h

d is roaring. It's a good night for

uge, loping swing that

deliver a crunching upper

tely, square on his ass.

moron," I

d take his loss. That way, he'll go home intact. I can't

ype to take friend

vas and lumbers up slowly. I sigh, wipe the sweat off my foreh

owards me. Feints high with the jab, then tries to bring that

ight've fooled me. I might've eate

not anyo

on. I own this

emind him of t

use. It goes whistling o