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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 Investigative Report [3]

[AMELIA]

Jenny had walked into the house happy, but the holes in the wall brought her attention to the reality that was in their house.

It had barely been seven hours since she and Miranda had gone to the hospital. Surely that wasn't enough for the brothers to be at odds with each other, right? She could see the state they all were in and a confused Milan. Her siblings looked like they wanted to burn down a whole country.

"Hey Jenny, you left this in the—" Mia said and stopped when she saw the sight that greeted her.

"What the fuck happened here?" Mia asked as she dropped the bags she had been holding onto, and pulled out her guns from her boots. For a doctor, she sure had lethal weapons on her. She looked around for signs of forced entry.

She canvassed the room before coming back and realizing that no one had attacked them. The only concern was that they were all in tears. So she looked at Milan, her guns cocked and in her hand.