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Most people call me a freak. Damaged goods. π΄πππππ‘.
The outcast daughter of the Marchetti crime family.
A black sheep with a dark soul.
But then one night, I fall into a darker one.
Bane Antonov, the cold, villainously beautiful crown prince of the Antonov Bratva.
A man covered in scars and ink.
A man who was supposed to marry my now dead and buried best friend.
The night we crash together, we talk each other off the literal edge.
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Because somehow, Bane knows my every dark secret. Every scar. Every inky black desire.
Heβs a villain and a monster.
The thing is, πΌ πππβπ‘ ππ, π‘ππ.
There are things I donβt remember.
Like why he hates me. Why I crave his venomous touch and poisonous lips anyway.
Now, he has me locked in his cage with his ring on my finger.
Weβre in a war, βtil death do us part.
But we'll see who falls first.
And itβs a
Long
Way
Down.
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The Darkest Dance, #6
12/04/2025