The Runaway Mafia Queen

The Runaway Mafia Queen

ktish7

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"Did you finish the process of your admission in this college?" He asked her in a low voice calmly. Her eyebrows got scrunched in confusion at his bizarre question out of the blue. She even forgot that his arms were around her and she was being kept captured. "Yes?" She hesitantly said after a few seconds. "You chose Economy Major?" He lifted up one of his hand and pushed the tendril that was falling on her forehead, behind her ear. She unconsciously shivered at his touch and replied in a soft tone, "Yes." "What about Hector?" He asked casually and shifted her more closer to himself. The continuous questions were just an excuse to keep her in his arms for a longer amount of time. "You don't know what Hector has chosen?" Her eyes widened in surprise, "You both live in the same house. Are you both brothers or what?" As soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she slapped her hand on her mouth, surprised at her own audacity with the way she had talked to him. "I am sorry." She immediately panicked, fearing his anger, "It just slipped out of my mouth." He bent his head down and tapped his nose with hers playfully. She scrunched up her nose cutely and immediately a pink blush covered her face. Had she even realized that it had been almost an whole hour but she had not moved away from his touch, had not tried to run away from him? Only he knew how much he had craved to have her like this in his arms. It was not lust that he felt towards her. It was just pure longing, and need. Like the need for a last breath or a deep thirst for water.

Chapter 0 Prologue

I stopped breathing as the edge of knife dug inside the skin of my throat. Breaking the surface and making the blood drip.

"Still in love with me, wifey?" Ethan asked, an innocent smile covering his face, while his evil eyes stared down at me.

"I'm not sure." I replied softly and took a step forward so that the knife pushed in deeper in my throat, "But still in hate with you, darling."

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Hope had a perfect life. She got married at the age of twenty to her rich, handsome boyfriend.

Three months later she realized that she'd just dug her own grave.

Because the people that she'd come to call family, were Italian gangsters.

On her fifth anniversary when her husband tried to forcefully kiss her bestfriend, she realized that there was nothing left for her here.

So she decided to run away and that's what brought her to Texas, to her uncle's home.

And... to him.

Max, a private investigator, lives his life on his own terms. He had a team of PI's who were ready to sacrifice their life for each other. Who were just as dashing and daring as him and honorable as hell.

The day he met Hope, niece of one of his former PI, he knew she was the one he wanted.

Hope doesn't think she is worthy of Max, and the happiness of being called his family.

As her past follows her, with her mafia husband tracing her every footstep, her ex lover falling in the picture and gang animosities making her their main target, she wasn't going to be the one to break Max's beautiful life into pieces.

Especially when she knew that she was a killer.

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