She stood nervously opposite this grey eyes delinquent. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he’s always coming back to her.
Her breath hitch the more he leans closer to her. He smells so good, so she thought. Her back lean against his desk as her eyes lock with his. He was something words can’t describe.
“Why are you scared of me, Ariel ?”
“I’m not..” she stuttered. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight.
“What if I kiss you right now ?” He asked and that seems to make her heartbeat skip.
They were inch apart and all she could feel is his hot breath against her neck.
“I’m not feeling very well…” he told her trailing his fingers on the naive brunette.
“Why are you telling me this ?”
“I want you to be my nurse. Kiss me till I feel better. Or maybe…” He whispered leaning closer to her so she could feel him.
“Babysit me tonight..”
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She is the good girl.
She is no different from a boring introvert.
She likes to read and stay indoors.
One dream she’d always loved was going to nun school.
Being a sister and serving in a convent.
She was about taking her vows in church, but all her dreams went down the drain when her male best friend stole everything away from her. Tearing away her holy garment as he stole her innocence. She hated herself, she hated her life and she despised her family. They despised her more for making them lose their positions in the church. And that seems to break her down. She hated her world and maybe men.
Just when she was picking up her broken life, Gray Carter walks into her life. But what happens when his world is filled with mysteries and secrets?

Falling for a Mafia

I grip tightly to the gun as I shut my eyes. Gray walks slowly to me and hug me. I smile and lean into his hug.


I nod and wrap my arms around his torso. Damn this gun is a bit heavy.


” Stop thinking the impossible, okay ? Sinclair can’t be your father. My father was his best buddy and he never mentioned he had a daughter.”


” What about a wife?” I ask still hugging tight to him.


” Didn’t get married. He was a hot head and powerful and there were rivals. He couldn’t deal with a wife. But I think he got a mistress then.”


I release myself from his grip and look up at him.


” Got shot in a Mafia war. With the Russians too. Vladimir’s father and she died.”


I sigh and take a deep breath. Got shot and she died. What if things go wrong and I’m six feet under the earth? God.


” It’s okay. He’s not your father. Don’t let that Trent sh*t get into your head okay.”


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