Guns In Rome
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Eleanor always wanted a fresh start. She was raised in the mafia and was constantly exposed to guns, death, and blood. On the night she is kidnapped by an infamous Don, she manages to escape. But instead of going back to her old life, she decides to start a new one. She runs into the city of Rome and her true passion and love for food are sparked. When she meets Dante Santa Cruz, she no longer believes that anything can return her to the world she fled. But how could she forget that she was the daughter of the mad queen?
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Dante's POVShe was incredibly light; if one looked at her, one would think she weighed a lot more than this. Kicking the door behind me shut, I walked up to my bed and laid her down on the soft material. I knew damn well I could have taken her to the guest room, but I knew she would be more comfortable in my bed. Besides, I haven't had a guest in ages; I don't even know the state of that room.I made sure she was comfortable by adjusting her head on my pillow and angling her body into a more suitable position. Once that was done, I did nothing but stare at her face. The strange girl looked so at peace when she was asleep, but when I found her in front of my restaurant, she was so alert and vigilant. like she was ready to spring into action and fight anyone or anything she deemed dangerous. From the moment our eyes connected, I knew she was using everything within her power to stay conscious. She was bleeding badly and had taken quite a lot of damage. Something about her wounds told
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What a sad excuse of a security system Don Russo has. Seriously, only fifty guards? And he holds himself in such high regard? That’s just embarrassing. It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to deal with all of them.I watched the last guy take his last breath, his tear-filled eyes staring up at me before life evaporated them. The stench of his blood and the blood of his colleagues filled the air, and I had the sudden urge to throw up. I looked behind me to find the long hallway littered with corpses, and a shudder ran up my spine.Turning back on the gruesome scene, I stepped out of the fairly large mansion and into the windy night. I doubt it has been up to five hours since I was kidnapped and I was already free. A part of me wanted to go back inside and look for Don Russo and do what my mother hasn't done in the five years since he became a nuisance to us. But I had no desire to do so.They say you are at your best when you do what you love, but I did not like taking the lives
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~~~~~TWENTY YEARS LATER~~~~Eleanor’s POV"You disgusting bitch!""Nah, that’s definitely you, honey." More pain shot through my face as I sustained yet another punch to my face. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and I spat at my tormentor’s feet. I looked up at his raging green eyes and smiled, "Now, that’s no way to treat a lady, now is it?""You are no lady," Don Russo muttered, and I could not stop myself from laughing hysterically at that. I had lost over three liters of blood, yet I was laughing like I was not undergoing the worst pain of my life. That was what my mother taught me: to never show men that you are weak. Especially the disgusting ones like the one standing before me.I could see some of Don Russo’s men looking at me with worry. Even though I was tied by both my ankles and wrists, I was the one to be most feared. I was not just the daughter of the most feared woman in all of Italy, but I was also partially insane. I mean, who laughs when they are getting
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Chiara’s POVMy heart has never beat so fast before in my life. I have never felt so much fear and adrenaline all at once. I felt cold even though massive beads of sweat were trickling down my pale skin. How unfortunate could I possibly be? Why did this have to happen to me? What wrong have I done to live such a horrible life?What did I do to deserve to be treated this way? I was fleeing for my life like a dog. No, I would never speak about myself in such a manner. The men chasing after me with hungry looks in their drunken eyes were the dogs, not me. They were disgusting. All men were disgusting.I do not care if you think I am exaggerating. I was entitled to my own opinions and mine were backed up with facts. Men were cruel, vile, disgusting creatures. They did nothing but drink at bars and speak ill of women with their friends while they belittled and objectified us. They looked down on my kind. They thought we were worthless and were only useful in bed.Not a single man has ever
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