Hiruma
The rain fell as if I knew that this was not love, but a pact between two families on the edge of the war. Hiruma, Head of the Italian mafia and 29 -year -old lawyer in his black suit, he didn't want to marry. But pride and duty to his last name kept him firm, with frown and the icy look. she walked to the altar with the same contained fire. Nor did I want that union, but I couldn't refuse. Not without consequences. The yes, I accept was dry. The kiss, just a soul friction. There were no promises, or tenderness. Only power, duty ... and a future full of broken silences and looks that, unintentionally, will begin to hurt.
About Hiruma
The rain fell as if I knew that this was not love, but a pact between two families on the edge of the war. Hiruma, Head of the Italian mafia and 29 -year -old lawyer in his black suit, he didn't want to marry. But pride and duty to his last name kept him firm, with frown and the icy look. she walked to the altar with the same contained fire. N...Read more