Description
Charlotte Cole, 22 year old psychology student. As part of her project to help her finish University she has chosen to volunteer as a psychologist at a high security prison in London. She gets assigned with an inmate that she isn't allowed to see, so she sends letters. She didn't think she would start growing a liking towards him. Julian King, 28 year old Mafia Don of the Italian family, feared by all Mafia Leaders. One night at his warehouse the FBI swarmed the building and arrested almost everyone in the building, including Julian. After being in prison for 6 months, he gets assigned to psychologist but they can only contact each other through letters. What would happen when all of the evidence against Julian and his men gets destroyed? And what would happen if every witness disappeared? There would be no case and every single one of his men including himself will be let back out into the world of crime. His first mission once he gets out is to find his Psychologist, Charlotte Cole. His future Mafia Queen. --------------- My phone was in my hand, face up as I showed Julian the number I was going to dial. "Mio amore, you wouldn't want to call the police if you knew what was good for you." His face he darkened, a nine o'clock shadow covered the left side of his face, brushing over the day old stubble. "You killed someone Julian! You killed someone and you expect me not to call the police! That's violating every rule in the book!" My voice shook as I yelled at him, my hand couldn't stop shaking as I started to relive the feeling of the mans blood painting my skin. "Charlotte, I did that for you-" "For me? I never asked you to kill someone! I would never do that!" Salt water was glazing over my eyes making them shine under the moonlight that beamed through the open window in his bedroom. "Delete that number or you will be in his exact position." He growled. I gulped and bit back a scream. "I hate you." He smiled sadly. "I do not doubt that, mio amore."
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