Sean Vladimir is your typical cold hearted teen. Unfortunately, this is only so with a particular girl who makes his guts churn—Gianna Donovan. She wonders the origin of such hatred to no avail. However, a possible guess is the forfeited family property her parents purchased from the bank a couple of years ago. Caught between Betrayal, unwanted love, Scandal, heart break, loathe, and bullying, Gianna struggles to maintain her sanity as well as her reputation in Cold Spring while she convinces her parents to move from the small town she'd come to love. As time went by, Seans feelings seemed to worsen while Gianna's still unsettled until the news came to her that he's left the estate to Russia on prom night. Now she thinks she's sure of her feelings. 2 in 1 YA/TEEN and MAFIA DARK ROMANCE
View More"Would you rather take care of yourself or let me do it for you?" Sean asked, comfortably seated on his victim's costly sofa while sipping on a glass of sweet vintage wine he'd had the pleasure of spicing up his entertainment with. "Please don't do this. Let me live. I want to live," the poor stout man pleaded with a fountain of tears and heavy nasal mucus on his face. In his limp hand, broken from Sean's torture, was a gun—His gun—he'd used to threaten his unwelcome visitor before everything backfired. "I'll give you anything you want. Ten times more than what you earn right now. Listen, I've changed many of your fellows' lives; they now live peacefully with their families, where no one can ever find them. I can do the same with you." He searched Sean's face for hope but none was detected. "Let me go this once, and I promise no one will ever see or hear about me again. Just...please don't kill me.""I'll count to twenty; if you're still breathing, I'll take it as an invite.""Please
Tempted? Hell yes, he was. But no way would he take advantage of the situation despite her tempting demands and position: he'd pinned her to the wall by her shoulders so she wouldn't slide to the floor. Her head leaned on the wall with her chin slightly tilted. It took every ounce of him not to smash his lips against hers."Where's your car?""Car?...Easy peasy. Car...car...oh, that's carousel. You...can do better...than that." She slurred with silly laughter.Adam asked in frustration, "How did you get here? Alone? With someone?""Tough one." She giggled. "Very very...tough one. Here...umm, atmosphere. Alone...alone...that's tough."Defeated and left with no choice, Adam swept her off her feet and cradled her close to him bridal style."Ouuu...that is sooo...hot. You are so hot and you...you smell sooo good.""God! I shouldn't have let you consume so much.""Is it...is it okay to say you turn me on?" She giggled again. "I've been...been dying to kiss you for...for the lonnnnggest time
Sean currently stood nose to nose with one of the Imperiya men in black in the underground battleground. They'd been there for the past five minutes with no talking, no coughing, no shuffling. Just a stoic staring confrontation."You can leave us." A man approached them from a dark bend with slow and steady steps. The kind that left eggshells indifferent when walked upon. His voice was heavy with power and his demeanor stunk of superiority. He said this, and Sean's staring partner instantly walked away, but not without a bow. "Sean Dimitri Vladimir," The man said his name as if he'd known him for ages. If he expected to pull a reaction from the mentioned, he failed big time. The man smirked and nodded his head. "Didn't expect any less from you.""Who are you?" Scrutinizing him, Sean concluded he was no more than fifty-five and no less than forty-five. The ten-year age gap doubt resulted from the wealthy aura he radiated: he looked thoroughly kempt in his hundreds-of-dollars burgundy tu
"You're so wrong to think Adam needs 'professional help'. Much, you do not need. Your presence alone is more than enough, Gianna." Her face crumpled as if about to cry. "Oh well, you're just a kid, I don't expect you to understand how it feels to...to be an incapable mother, helpless and useless. At this point, I would do anything, I mean anything to see Adam happy. So please, I need you. My son needs you.""I—""Please.""I've heard you.""Thank you. Thank you so so much," Mrs. McCoy brought her palms together. "I'll forever be indebted to you. You don't know what this means to me.""I'm not doing this for you.""I know. I want to make you understand the impact your decision has on me and the rest of the family."Ever since then, Gianna's mind has been on power off and on. Her tête-a-tête with Mrs. McCoy completely destabilized it to a whole different level. The kind of level to go back on her words.As if the universe was taking sides, days before the D-day, her uncle had traveled le
Viktor lowered his head. "I want revenge on my family, Sean. And Imperiya being the most powerful mob in Russia says a lot; you can attain anyone in a finger snap. Now, my gain? Is I'm counting on you to help me spot this bastard out from the rooftop. I'll take matters from there once that's done."Sean chuckled."What?""Haven't heard anything so pathetic in a while. Assuming he's advanced in the mob tree, position as experience wise, what could a frail nobody with zero chances of survival do?" Viktor sat silent for a while. "What matters is the gesture. At least I'll die peacefully knowing I unleashed the bottom part of my heart...knowing I tried something.""Hmm. Can you handle a gun?""It's not that complicated.""Let me rephrase it; how good are you at targeting?" Viktor didn't speak. "Thought as much. Proceed." Sean urged in unexplainable annoyance."I must have learned two or three about it by then. What about you? You good with arms?""It's not about me.""I know, but keep in
"Boo!"Gianna skipped, frightened. "Oh my God, Tish...""Who dreams in broad daylight? Tell us, what's been on your mind?""Nothing." Too engulfed by her thoughts to notice the end of lectures, Gianna shut her notebook, corked her pen, and packed them in her backpack. She'd barely slept the previous night for unexplainable reasons, and when she did, it was swamped with ice-blue eyes she wished to forever forget. If they once were empty, they were even more so in her dream. Soulless. Teesha squinted."Next week is Hi-bies," Tay casually announced, pulling Teesha's pinned attention from Gianna."My my, it completely slipped my mind, and I've been looking forward to this for the longest time," Elsa acknowledged, disappointed in herself."Isn't that what to expect from a dick-clogged mind?" Teesha giggled, Gianna tensed in expectations of heated word exchange or perhaps worse but all Elsa did was roll her eyes and wave it off with a mere, "Oh shut up.""What's that? The Hi-bies thing," A
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