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"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 l
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
It was a tough fight.The basement was unusually overcrowded. No one wanted to miss out on Ring Kong's final fight, especially not with the 'pretty face stranger' involved—as the homeless natives referred to him. The news of Sean confronting Kong had spread like wildfire so much to the entry fee collector's surprise. That night, he'd made more money than he'd ever made in the history of its existence, he was quite a devoted employee: he's been since thirty-five. Now forty-two, single, and searching? Not sure, Strav's excitement was unmatched as he flipped through a stack of bills, outlining the expenditures of his share. He'll finally put his landlord on a door number 38 break, afford a ticket to watch his favorite football team play, get himself a brand-new toaster, and restock his fridge with enough booze to take him through a week or two. Now that sounded like a perfect plan.That very night, Strav had seen faces; ones he'd seen once and never again, ones he'd never seen before, on
"What are you doing here?"Adam seemed amused by the question. "Talking with you, of course." But there was no linger of humor around Gianna.Adam cleared his throat. "Fine, I'll tell you what, but not here. Unfortunately, I'm yet to get familiar with this place. Plus, it's not appropriate for catch up...care to come over?"What has familiarity got to do with anything? She almost asked. "No.""Come on, Gigi. It's been months since we saw each other, don't you think it'll be the perfect time to catch up? There's a whole lot I need to tell you if it's not your case. So?""Adam I can't. I can't do whatever I want when I want. I owe my uncle and his wife some respect."He held both of her shoulders. "Visiting a long-time-no-see friend for some catching up isn't wrong. Maybe you should let me talk to them, I'll make them understand that I'm absolutely harmless.""Oh my God, no, are you crazy?"Adam shrugged, and with a straight face, he replied, "Guess I am, ever since I met you." "Oh, pl
"Follow me." Viktor stamped a bill on the bar counter and walked through a cascade of thick wooden-beaded curtains that led to a dimly lit corridor with his friend on his tail. It had doors on either side. He knocked and opened a door that had a man sitting behind a counter. That, with 3 chairs and a TV made up the tiny stale-smelly room. Viktor spoke with him and deposited some bills on the dirty counter. The man hollered something in Russian but Viktor waved it away as he pulled open the floor.It shocked Sean, but what almost knocked the breath out of his chest was what was below. He would never have thought in a thousand years.They were hit first by contesting blows of luminosity and noise from a crowd of not more than a hundred men surrounding a caged boxing-sized ring. Some faces, he'd seen before; they were permanent residents of his different 'homes'. A heated fight was the source of the hollers and tumult. They were so loud that he wondered why he didn't hear them from abov
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