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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 · Urbain
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300 Chs

He Still Wanted Her

Dark walls.

No life.

Slight air.

The stench of more lies than truth. That is what this place felt like. The walls knew secrets that not so many people could understand. They interacted with more people than anyone else in the precinct. 

The roof was a tad bit worn out as the mold on the ceiling proved that the government aid was not enough for them, but that was okay. In the middle of the room was a cold metallic table, it looked like it came straight out of the 1400s but the officers didn't seem to mind that. 

The chairs looked cold as fuck, but no one was going to complain about it. This room was not a room for comfort. On the far left was a lie detector that had heard more lies and detected o little truths. Anyone could tell by how worn out the machine was.