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The Story of Blood and Roses

[COMPLETED] "Are you going to shoot me, baby?" "Don't tempt me. . Mia Vincent only wanted one thing: Kill Anthony Murray. Kill the person who murdered her parents. Only his death would satisfy her thirst for his blood. When she was assigned the task of infiltrating his gang, she agreed willingly and started plotting the ways to destroy him. Yet she failed... miserably at that. How could she fall in love with a man who caused her so much pain? So. she ran... as fast as the wind, hoping to never see him again. When Anthony met Mia, he fell in love with her feisty attitude and thirst for adventure. He loved her with every fibre of his being. Yet in his world, loving someone was a risk, a danger to his empire. So, he chose to hurt her... made her stay far away from him. However, he soon realized how important her existence was. He couldn't live without her. Betrayals. Mobs. Guns. Violence. Will Anthony and Mia survive the wild ride? - - - - - Read my other works: 1. Cornered by the CEO - Complete 2. Autopsy of a Mind - Complete 3. Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover - Complete 4. Phoenix in the Moonlight - Hiatus Story Discord: https://discord.gg/bG7YsaRRbs Author Instagram: @sunscar9

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The next few days passed in the blink of an eye. Daisy's presence was scarce and not felt when she was around. Where she had been, I was not sure, but I had a suspicion that she had been meeting up with Anthony's head of security. It was about time they started dating. Without me in the picture, it would not be unethical for her to date Ethan.

I had surfed the internet day and night, plotted on maps and made grand plans. Still, I had no clue what I was going to do. I was in the process of figuring out if I could live without killing any longer.

How dependent could I be on it? I wondered, absent-mindedly as I looked at pictures of distant Greek islands.

All these places were beautiful, but how could I escape the danger that is my life and create a new identity for myself? The question seemed to chase away sleep without much effort. I had promised to not stop until I knew what I was going to do.