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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.

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The End of The Beginning [2]

[AMELIA]

"Heyy, look who's awake!" Carl shouted as Lia walked into the living room. He had wanted to go check on her earlier but had held himself back, having understood that maybe she just needed some alone time.

It wasn't hard to need one considering the circumstances they were currently in. Seeing his sister walk out made him happy. He jumped over the couch he was sitting on, before rushing to Lia and pulling her in a bone-crushing hug.

It was the hug that had more meaning than just a brother who was excited to see his sister. It was the hug that was meant to remind Lia that no matter what happened and no matter who she was up against, they would always be there for her.

It was a consolation of her broken heart, one that she wouldn't ever be able to act on, especially now that it seemed she had made her decision.