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Author: PEACHES
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"In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined." ~ Nicholas Sparks

M A R C O

The last time I held my breath for this long, Ralph was teaching me how to evade the waterboarding torture method. It was an exquisite torture plan by pouring water over a cloth covering the face and lets you experience the sensation of drowning.

There were times when I had managed to hold my breath longer than usual. But there were occasions when I faltered, and the water would plunge straight into my lungs, burning up.

It was an indescribable agony I had endured so far. No amount of bleeding wounds, broken bones, or dislocated shoulder equaled to the pain of burning lungs and lack of oxygen in the system.

But when I saw Aurora, walking into the cage with panic-stricken eyes, sweat-sheened skin, and shaky legs, it surpassed every other suffering I had experienced before.

Every time her eyes sought
PEACHES

Talk of Alpha-heroes, Marco would top my list. His character has so many layers—rage, power, softness—though it is somewhat difficult to express at times, it is always a treat to write about him. Thank you so much for reading. Let me know your thoughts about the story in the comments! ❤️❤️

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    AURORAI never thought I’d see it — hell, I would’ve bet my last dollar against it — Viktor Romano in love. And not just in love... getting married. To Mia of all people. Sweet, soft-spoken, delicate little Mia, who looked like she belonged in a sunlit bakery in Tuscany, not tangled up with a man like Viktor — who could make grown men piss themselves with a look.When I first heard about her, I thought she was a ghost story. Too perfect to be real. Too good to be true. And in our world, that usually meant one thing — she was hiding something. But then I met her. And Mia? Mia was exactly who she said she was. Gentle. Kind. Pure. Which made me question her sanity even more for loving Viktor freaking Romano.My internal debate was cut short by the sound of Samantha Romano — Vik

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    [ AURORA ]I didn’t see Marco for a week and thank God for that because the last thing I needed was to deal with the mess I’d made. A drunken, reckless, one-night stand with my ex—as if I hadn’t already given him enough ammunition to feed his overinflated ego. The satisfaction of knowing he still had some kind of hold over me? I refused to give him that. But the truth was, that damage had already been done. And like some naive fool who thinks that ignoring a problem makes it disappear, I convinced myself that if I didn’t see Marco if I didn’t hear his name, then none of it had ever happened.Sammy, of course, tried to pry. She poked and prodded, waiting for me to crack, but she was too distracted by her own sinful adventures with Lorenzo to dig too deep. She suspected something, but I managed to slip away before she could corner me.Dominic, though? He wasn’t so easy to dodge. He didn’t ask questions—he didn’t have to. He just smirked, knowing, smug, waiting for me to admit what he al

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  • The Monster's Protégé   - 48 -

    MARCO I moved on pure instinct, throwing myself at her. The gun went off, the sound deafening in the night as the bullet whizzed past my head, close enough that I felt the heat of it. I slammed into Aurora, knocking her out of the line of fire and rolling us both into the bushes. She struggled beneath me, cursing up a storm. “Marco, get off me!”“Not until we’re clear,” I growled, already pulling my gun. I fired twice, the silenced shots taking down the guard before he could fire again. I stayed on top of her, my body shielding hers until I was sure the threat was neutralized.When I finally rolled off her, she shoved me hard, her eyes blazing with fury. “I had it under control, Marco!”“Like hell you did!” I snapped back, my patience wearing thin now. “That guy was going to shoot you between the fucking eyes.”“Yeah, right!” She rolled her eyes, clocking her gun as we approched inside. The target was supposed to be simple. I mean, it was never really SIMPLE—nothing in this mafia

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