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Bullets by Dawn

[COMPLETED] "Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was her revenge." ***** He had taken her family, so Amelia was going to take everything from him. Literally. She may have been in love, but she hated him more, with every breath she took, and no matter what happened, forgiveness wasn't a choice. She would give him a taste of his own medicine and didn't care that she could lose herself in the process. If anything, she had come from the ashes he had forced her into. ************ It was a game of power - sacrifices had to be made and blood would flow this time. They share a bed, they share a home, they share literally everything, or not. They both have secrets. Secrets that tie them together and doom them at the same time. They are both strong-willed and can fight their own battles. Standing on opposite sides, love and betrayal face each other, while regrets and kisses take the back seat. In a world where the bullets decide who lives and who leaves, who will take the first shot? ****** [Cannot be read as a standalone] - To understand the storyline, you have to read the first book, THE CRADLE OF LOVE. OTHER WORKS: CRADLE OF LOVE [PREQUEL] WHOSE ALPHA NIKITA cover photo, not mine will take it down if the owner requests.

she_osprey · Urban
Not enough ratings
300 Chs

The Unexpected Heart To Heart

[THIRD-PARTY]

Damien was here to ensure no one hurt his baby sister, and if he had the power, he could put an end to Alexander here and now, but he knew Lia would never forgive him for stealing her vengeance from her.

Damien valued his little sister too much to let shit like this come between them. He would be a good brother and keep her safe.

'At least he's not planning anything against her,' Damien said as he wheeled off the floor and into the elevator, where he met Ryan.

"Here, let me help you, sir," Ryan said as he helped old Damien wheel the Janitorial wheeler into the elevator. He looked worried that the man would be too tired from working too much, so instead, he initiated a conversation. If anything, he was headed on the floors below.