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quxntumvandyne · 6 years ago

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new partner

pairing: policeofficer!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1.6k

warnings: death, gun firing

summary: It’s been years since Bucky has lost Steve, his partner in battle since they were children. You are his first partner in years, and today is your first day together.

a/n: hey guys! this is my oneshot submission for Soph and Aub’s Post-Endgame Depression Writing Challenge! I hope you like it, it’s kinda short for me but i still love it! and go follow soph and aub @laureharrier / @emmaewatson & @tommyparkerr

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“Steve!”

BANG BANG.

No other sounds could be heard but the clanks of bullet falling to the ground and his partner’s body hitting the ground. Ringing filled his ears as he watched his best friend lie still, blood seeping from his chest, free of a bulletproof vest.

He watched, sitting by his side and leaning over his face, the blood drain while Steve’s face went pale.

“Buck.”

“Steve? Steve, no, NO! STEVE!”

“Buck,” he said again. He knew there wasn’t much time left with the fight still occurring all around them. But neither of them could focus on anything but each other.

“Steve,” he croaked, his voice ridden with guilt and streams of tears falling down his cheeks. A raspy sob escaped his throat as Steve lifted a hand onto his shoulder.

Bucky looked up, lifting his head off of Steve’s chest to see his eyes, bloodshot but full of contentment. They both knew what would become of this, but Steve could accept it. It would be long before Bucky ever could.

You were in the middle of Brooklyn, battling HYDRA agents who had caught you, Steve, Sam and others in your squad on a mission to gather intelligence. There were people around and running through the streets, trying to avoid bullets and grenades, with cars in the surrounding areas on fire. People were watching every move you made, knowing the names of you, Steve and Sam for saving the public multiple times.

For years, Steve and Bucky had done everything together. Bucky had been there when Steve lost his parents; Steve was there for Bucky when he lost his arm and came back from the war. Through every up and down, they were there for one another. But this time, Bucky was alone.

“It’s alright Buck.”

Bucky watched as the life left Steve’s eyes and the hand on his shoulder slid down to the ground. His friend was gone.

“Barnes. You and Rogers have done us wrong for long enough. You come undercover to HYDRA and betray us? What more did you expect than for us to kill your beloved Captain.”

Bucky stood up, turned to Vaughn’s face and lodged his cold metal fingers around the throat of HYDRA leader Andre Vaughn.

“Say his name again and I squeeze tighter.” The look of rage in his eyes could have turned any man to stone. He could kill him here and now, finishing this. But a voice spoke up behind him.

“Barnes,” said Sam. He looked at Wilson, standing next to Steve’s stiff body with that same rage. “Not here. Not now.” Barnes and Wilson were not always close but your mutual care and friendship with Steve made you acquaintances.

They looked at each other for a minute while Vaughn struggled to breathe in Bucky’s unforgiving grasp before he released, letting Vaughn fall to the ground.

“Next time,” Bucky said looking at Sam and then to Vaughn, “I won’t be so gentle. You will pay for this. But not today.”

“We’ll see.”

. . . . .

“Sorry, oh um sorry. Sorry!”

You stumbled into the building holding your bag and coffee, walking into your first day on the job in Department 107. Recently you had finished your training and now were accepted as the newest agent in the department, the most famous one in Brooklyn. It had been a dream for years, and it was finally happening.

Bumping into people on the way in, you find yourself in Captain Roscoe’s office, ready to start your first day. You knew you’d be getting a partner to train you for now, and it was someone who’s been with the department for a while. It could’ve been anyone, but you were determined to make a good first impression, attempting to not make a complete fool out of yourself.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Ready to begin training?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Your partner doesn’t know yet that you’ll be working with him, he can be kind of a pain in the ass.”

Wonderful.

“He’s one of the best in the business, hopefully, you can get him to ease up a bit on his workload. Always at work, right Barnes?”

“Mmm.”

“Barnes,” Rosoce said trying to get the man’s attention but he seemed to be dozing off. You stood behind Roscoe, wearing small black heels, black slacks and a long-sleeve white shirt tucked in. Your hair was down, recently cutting it so it was too short to put up and one strand was always in your face, never staying behind your ear. Hands clasped behind your back, you watch as Roscoe shoved the man in his chair, causing him to jump and spill his coffee on the counter.

“Good God Roscoe, what do you need?” the man said.

Roscoe glared at him and glanced over at you. Awkwardly smiling, you reached a hand out to the man and introduced yourself. “L/N.”

“Bucky,” he said, grabbing your hand and shaking it before getting paper towels from a drawer in his desk to clean the coffee up.

“You’re making a fantastic first impression here Barnes.”

“First impression?”

“She’s your new partner.”

You had hoped for a better reaction than what you got, seeming to only make Bucky more upset by just being there.

“Do we have to do this today, Roscoe? You know what today is for me. This isn’t a good time.”

“It’s a perfect time. You can distract yourself from it by training our rookie here and showing her around, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said under your breath, with a very noticeable sarcasm dripping off your words.

“I’ll leave you to it, have a good day Miss L/N,” Roscoe said, and with that, he was gone. “So…”

“Yes?” he said, looking at you sideways, with an almost humorous look in his eyes.

“What are we going to do first?”

“Wow, you’re chipper for your first day.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

He chuckled at you, quickly realizing that the two of you were not the perfect match. He spun his chair slowly while drinking the little coffee in the mug that was left. “Doll, this isn’t a walk in the park.”

“Well, it can’t be rocket science either,” you replied, putting your hands on your hips, cocking one to the side.

“Well alright then,” He stood up out of his chair and stepped towards you, standing close enough so you could feel the breath on his face. “Let’s see what you can do, doll.”

“Call me doll again, and this won’t be a very fun day for either of us.”

“Fiesty, aren’t you? But, noted.”

. . . . .

The noise of guns had never been something you could get used to, but it became apparent that that would have to change. Bucky brought you into a room with different stalls with guns on a table, eye goggles and headphones. In the distance, there was a target with different rings on it and a bullseye.

“You ever shot a gun?”

“In unfortunate circumstances, yes. But I’ve never been properly taught how to shoot.”

“Well, miss, today’s your lucky day,” Bucky said, standing next to you. You looked over and up slightly to see his face and you just realized how tired he really was. The bags under his eyes were almost purple, and the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You were staring at my face.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

He shook his head and crossed his arms. “Whatever, go put the goggles and headphones on.”

“Fine.” you rolled your eyes while walking to the table and positioned the goggles over your eyes, and the headphones on your ears. Bucky walked up beside you and picked up the Glock 22. Bucky loaded the magazine and cocked the gun, handing it to you. It was cold in your hands, and you immediately felt like you had a weight of responsibility on your shoulders.

Bucky took your shoulders and positioned them to face forward, and your arms up, hands on either side of the gun.

“Aim, shoot.”

You took a deep breath, focusing on the target and putting your right pointer finger over the trigger. You hesitated, feeling anxious that he was watching your every move but you knew you could do this.

I can do this.

BANG. BANG.

You felt ripples go through your arms as the gun fired two bullets into the target. Goosebumps ricocheted all over your body, a feeling that you would have again and again. You set down the gun with your hands shaking, not even looking at the target. It made you feel emotions you hadn't felt before, and you didn’t know what to make of them.

“No way.”

You looked at Bucky who stared in shock at the target and were confused by his expression until you turned back to the target. You hit the bullseye. Twice.

“You’re sure you’ve never fired a gun?”

“I have, just never been trained.”

“Doesn’t seem like you need much training. I used to be in this room all the time practicing with Steve…” Bucky stopped talking after saying that name, his face becoming cold and his body language showing that ‘Steve’ was a touchy subject.

“Who’s Steve?”

“No one, it’s nothing.”

You changed the topic to avoid making him upset. “So, what your saying is, that I’m already better than you at shooting a gun?”

You smirked at him as he looked at you surprised b your cocky attitude. Even you were shocked, but couldn’t control the words flowing from your lips.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did, Mr. Barnes.”

“Don’t call me Mr. Barnes, Bucky is fine.”

“Is Bucky your real name?”

“Are you usually this annoying or do you try?”

“All na-tu-ral.”

He chuckled and you could once again smell his breath, which smelled like coffee and days old vodka. Neither of you noticed that you had been moving closer together and were almost nose to nose as you had been bantering back and forth. You cleared your throat and removed your goggles, setting them on the table next to the headphones.

“So, what’s next?”

“You’re a handful.”

“I’m sure you can handle it, Bucky.”

“We’ll see.”

. . . . .

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thefallenkingbook · 5 years ago

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Ch 2: Let’s review!

Ryker woke up in a scrappy bed, in a very old, very dirty bedroom. He is 15 and today is his birthday. Of course, that means nothing at all for everyone but him, and he knows that. His father is working on something bigger than himself, the only thing his birthday symbolizes is that he’s getting older and bigger, and soon he will be able to join the rebellion.

He changes clothes and goes to the kitchen, where his dad transformed the small table they had into a map of the land. He is there surrounded by his general and some soldiers, planning for the takeover. He yawns and Captain of the Rebellion Rollan notices his son standing there, looking half dead.

“You should’ve woken up hours ago, who do you think you are standing there at this time?!” He sounds very mad, but is not as if Ryker cares much, especially at this time in the morning. Ignoring his father, he goes to get a piece of bread that is less moldy then most, but is he interrupted by his dad’s hand holding his wrist “I asked you a question boy.” He says, trough gritted teeth, how dare his son ignore him like that in his own house?

“I didn’t even overslept by much Father; I only lost a couple of hours of sun. It is not even close to midday yet.” Ryker says trough another yawn, going for the bread again, once more his father holds his wrist, squeezing it until he sees the boy grimace from pain.

“Breakfast is for people that wake up with the sun, like one should. Especially you. If you cannot wake up on time, you do not get to eat until launch.” Rollan shoves him away, fuming “now go and stop embarrassing me, do something useful while I plan our next move.”

Great, just what he needed today.

Rolling his eyes, Ryker decides to start his training for the day, if he don’t get to eat he best be “useful” like his dad commanded. Going outside, the sun is blazing on his eyes, a beautiful weather for such a grim day. He know that the takeover is going to happen soon. The people are tired of this lazy king that does nothing for the country, even those that initially supported the old king’s son taking his father’s place, everyone knows it’s just a matter of time before the Lazy king starts a war just because he was too distracted with women to do his duty right.

The old king was good, just. He helped the people and the land prospered under his thumb, like the king before him and the one before. They were a good linage of kings. Good people that liked everyone and were liked by everyone. Of course, that trait didn’t pass over to the current king and now the land is wasting away, just because he doesn’t want to work.

Oh the things Ryker would do if he was fortuned enough to be born in a lineage of kings, the power he would have. It is not as if he cares for the land of its people more than the current king, no, nothing of that. He just would know how to do things right, or at least pretend to.

This lazy bastard is ruining the only chance he has of power, he is losing so much just because he does not want to work and it is not fair! He has what many want and he does nothing with it!

Ryker takes a deep breath and takes his sword. Complaining about his uselessness is not going to do anything, he is going to train and take that ridiculous excuse for a king out of his throne by force if it’s the last thing he’d do.

He begins taking his anger out on some poor empty barrels that happened to be close enough to experience this infortune fate. He’s so concentrated in his training that he barely notices he is being watched.

“Your form is good, but you are putting too much emotion in it. To be a sword master you must be calm at all times so you can think ahead and plan your next move.” A calm voice next to him said, a bold headed woman called Sophia, but everyone just called her Soph. Of course, everyone but Ryker.

“Master Sophia” he said with a sigh, as a form of compliment “How nice of you to join me.” Ryker said sarcastically. She is the sword master of the rebellion, the one who knows more about it than everyone else there, he just wish she was less annoying.

“I have told you to stop calling me that, when I joined your father I stopped being a master, that title does not belong to me anymore.” She said with a serene smile

They both knew that was bullshit. Her being a renegade and part of the rebellion doesn’t strip her of any titles and she knows that, legally yes, but it is not like any of them cares about that. She just corrects him for the sake of it. Just to annoy him. At least that’s what 15 year old thinks.

“Who cares?” he mutters and rolls his eyes, turning his back to her and going back to his dismembering of the next poor object that happens to cross his path.

“Well I do young boy, like I care that you are turning your back to me. You should’ve know better” she said, easily throwing him on the ground. “You should never turn your back on anyone, no matter how trusting they seem to be.” She says with a grin on her face. ”For you never know when a backstabber might show up.” She finishes, letting go of him. “Now get up and come help me. You finished enough furniture’s lives for now I need help with lunch.” Of course that from everyone in the camp, he had to be the lucky one to be chosen to help in the kitchens. Amazing, this day couldn’t have gone better.

He sighs and gets up, resigned to his fate and follows Sophia to the small house they named “the kitchens”, it was where all of the food for the camp was prepared and served.

The day goes on without a hitch, like every other day before this one, there is nothing special about this day at all. Not a thing.

There is, until they hear distant shouting for help.

A man comes running at their camp, bloodied and holding a letter.

“I have a letter to Captain Rollan! Where is he?” The man was very distressed and almost fainting, holding the envelope upright for everyone to see

“I will take this to him” Ryker goes to take the letter but the man adamant. He wants his father.

Rolling his eyes, the boy takes the man’s arm and start leading him to his house, where he knows his father is, still planning the attack. Of course, the man starts to protest, but one look from Ryker shuts him up and he follows without any further complaints.

“Father, this bloody mess of a man has something for you.” he says, shoving the man inside his house

“What is it? You know we don’t have time for that now.” The commander says without looking

“My Lord Commander, I have news that could help the takeover!” the man shoves his bloodied letter to Rollan, who only raises his eyebrow before taking the letter and opening

Ryker and the soldiers are looking at him expectantly while he reads, the bloodied man just fell down in the middle of the living room, making the commander take his eyes from the letter and grimace

“he is going to stain the wood of my floor” he looks at his son “you brought him here, do a favor for everyone and dispose of him somewhere else” he said and went back to kitchen table, mentioning for his general to follow him “And.. don’t come back here for the night, you can sleep somewhere else” he finished

Ryker took a deep sigh and put the man on his back, taking him to the stables and throwing him on one of the beds of hay there. He started thinking on what he should do with the man when he heard steps behind him

“What is it with you sneaking up on me all the time?” he said to Master Sophia when she got close enough, still evaluating the man

He had shaggy clothes, the state of them could be considered worrisome, if not for all of the blood that he is bathed on. The clothes looked too thin to be worn on such a day. Winder was coming and while the sun was still coming out, it was too cold for such clothes. As for the blood, Ryker knew that it was not all his. He only had one wound and there was too much blood for such a small thing on his side. Some of it looked older too. Maybe a fight?

“You know, he probably has some valuable information… You can’t possibly let him die here.” His master said making him roll his eyes, turning to her he sighed

“Of course I know that, why do you think he is here instead of the river? He has information that father dearest won’t tell me, so I plan to take it directly from the source” he said sitting down on another one of the hay beads

“My, planning to go against your father so soon?” Sophia said, mock shock marking her beautiful features, she set down next to him “I always knew this day would come…” she says with a small smile, as if she couldn’t help herself

“Why of course not!” he said, the same shock on his face “I would never turn on my beloved father!” he crosses his arms turning from her. He manages to keep the act for approximately five seconds before he breaks and laughs aloud, making Sophia laugh with him

“Seriously now Ryker, you should help the poor soul” she points to the passes out man before them “you and I both know he won’t last if he stays like this.”

Rolling his eyes, he gets up from the hay and goes to him, lifting his shirt to look at the wound at the man’s side. It was not as bad as the blood on him would have one think, but it’s still not a pretty sight. Sophia crouches next to him to look at the wound and grimaces

“It doesn’t look as bad as it could be, but it still need to be taken care for or he won’t make it.” She says, poking around “It looks like it was made from a big blade, probably a broadsword. He needs stitches”

“Well, do you have the necessary supplements?” he asks, getting up. She looks at him and nods, getting up

“I’ll be right back, you fetch me some water while I do that” she gets out of the stables, going to her cabin

“Please Ryker, Thank you Ryker” the boy mutter to himself bitterly while he gets the water “would a “please” be too much?!” he asks the walls, who most rudely didn’t respond him.

“Why Thank you Ryker, you are such a lovely boy” he hears a smirking voice behind him, making him jump, he turns to his master and scowls

“Not a boy” he murmurs, crossing his arms

“Why I’m sorry” she says sarcastically “Do you identify as something else and you didn’t tell me?! I am hurt by this! I thought you trusted me!” Sophia mocks him while preparing for the stitching

“You know what I meant!” he exclaims pouting, settling down next to her to help if she needs

“Of course I know what you meant, I just joking darling.” She starts cleaning the wound with water and the man groans, not waking up “Happy Birthday by the way, I almost forgot it was today, you didn’t tell me” she said carefully

“Well, it’s not like its important” the pout was still present on his voice

“Of course it’s important, you’re turning 15 years of age. It’s a big day for you” she said while stitching the man, not looking at Ryker

“No its not. There are much more important things happening right at this moment and my birthday is not one of them. The only birthday that’ll really matter is the next one, when I’ll be able actually do something at the war that is about to start.” As he said that, Sophia pierced the man’s skin with the needle, waking him up.

He tried to scream but Ryker was faster, covering his mouth and holding him stable as not to mess his master’s work up.

“You say that as if your father would wait for you to turn 16 to put you on the fight. You know as well as I do that if the war started tomorrow, nothing would stop him from making everyone fight, even those who are not yet of age.” She said, not bothered by the squirming man and finishing her job of stitching him up. She used the rest of the water to clean everything and got up “You should rest dear, your body needs time to heal” she said to the men before turning to Ryker and searching his eyes, he was still looking at the pained man, his expression pensive “You too darling.” She said softer

Hearing her words, he looked at her scowling

“I can take care of myself very well, you know?” he said, but his words held no real venom

“Very well, I was about to offer my cabin for you to rest, seeing as it is infinitely more times comfortable than a hay bed, but oh well” she shrugged, gathering her things

“No!” he exclaimed quickly “I…”

“I know I know, let’s go dear, help me take this back” she shoved her things at him, looking at the puzzled expression on the man lying down she said one more time “Rest.”

They went to her cabin in silence, getting there she put her things back into place and prepared a space for him to rest, covering it with soft furs

“Go on, lie down.” For the first time, he obeyed without arguing, still lost in his own head “you are awfully quiet today, you don’t sound like yourself. What is the matter?” she asked, steeling down next to him

“How did you know I would need a place to stay?” he asked, looking at her

“I joined your father around seven year ago. I do not know if you remember the day that I came in, but your father was so excited to have a sword master in his ranks that he forbade you and your mother from going inside the house for the whole night. This was back on the old place, before we all had to move or risk being found out. I never knew where you and your mother slept that day, it was in the middle of winter and back then there was only a couple of people in your fathers ranks, meaning that there wasn’t many houses for you to sleep in. Especially on that town where everyone hated us.” She said, looking at him sadly

“I remember the day, we had to sleep at the inn, but they weren’t very nice to her there…” ha was looking at his hands as he said that “They said so many cruel things to her and she just listened, didn’t say a word, just apologized for asking a place to stay and listened to all the hate being thrown at us just because we were related to the ‘Towns Weirdo’…” Sophia took his hand, making him look at her; she had a sad smile on her face.

“I was so worried the next day that I went looking for her, when I found her, Delilah had me promise that if one day your father did this again I would help you in any way I could.” She squeezed his hands lightly.

“It has happened a few times, every time something big happens he kicks me out.”

“And every time I invite you here. I can’t have Delilah’s son sleeping with the horses!” she joked, bringing a smile to his face

“That is why my next birthday is the big one, you know? When I become of age he won’t have to kick me out, I’ll be able to participate on the war more actively.” He said, looking back at their joined hands

“Darling…” Sophia said, she had pain on her face, although Ryker couldn’t see “You really think…” she didn’t finish, she didn’t need to, the both know what she was thinking

“I don’t okay?!” he got up, getting angry “I don’t know! But I have to hope that when I am of age he will treat me like a person!” he paced, angry tears falling from his eyes

Sophia got up as well, embracing him and trying to calm him down. For a while, he just stood there letting her hug him but doing nothing. He was so mad! So mad at his father, so mad at himself for being weak, so mad at this stupid war that his father was trying to start. He wants the king out, of course he do, but is it really worth it? He grew up only knowing this life, only knowing what his father though him about the current king and how he needed to go away, but they’ve already lost so much for a war that haven’t even began. Breaking, he hugged his master and actually started to cry, being comforted by her

“I hate him so much!”

“I know”

“… I miss her”

“Me too darling” she said, letting him go and holding his head between her hands, drying a couple of the tears that escaped “Me too.”

“Well… That was something…”

Back the very dark place, Ryker felt his senses coming back to him

“What the fuck was that?!”

--- End of chapter 2 ---

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exactlymellowwhispers · 8 years ago

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My Very First Post

Hello lovelies!! This is my first post and it’s about an amazing book by Catherine Doyle. It was supposed to be like a review-cum-reaction but it turned out to be something else…..well why not you see for yourself!

20 FEB 2017

Its only 2:42 I suppose and yet here I am writing this because TODAY is really an important day for me. I READ and I mean FINALLY READ MAFIOSA by Catherine Doyle(Online though the ad were amazingly annoying) And it really made me cry and made my heart feel all sorts of emotions from humor to anger, from angst to comfort, from worry to relief, you just name t and I have felt it. Though I cannot express what I am feeling right, now I must say that Catherine Doyle did not disappoint me at all! The book is a complete mixture of thriller, drama, and a bit of romance which is quiets enough to make any girl’s heart swoon with delight.

PLOT

Sophie is living with The Falcones and they -most of them- have accepted her as a part of their family. She is drastically suffering from PTSD after her Mother’s death. Throughout the book Sophie is seen trying to accommodate in a place where she never belonged. The Marinos and Falcones have officially engaged themselves in a bloody war and many lives are at stake. Luca tries to stop t but poor guy had to pay a deadly price for even thinking about it. Millie is portrayed as the actual personification of how a female friendship should be and I love her for that. There are many Luphie moments and I loved them all. Luca’s personality evolves throughout the book and I find myself falling head over heels for him more and more. There has been some revelation about Evelina about whom I wanted to know from the day I read the graveyard scene. The book has proved how to leave all the readers’ on-a- over-yet-not -so -over-ending.

CHARACTERS

· Sophie is severely suffering from PTSD and it is making her do-no-thinks all sorts of crazy stuff and it creeped me out a bit. I couldn’t help but think that Sophie has lost her best bit but gradually because of two most wonderful persons Sophie manages to hang till the end of the book just fine for which I was very grateful for. Her dominant traits- Persistent not stubborn, If she loves someone she wholeheartedly does, hardworking person, She is too kind and hurting someone howsoever bad that person may be is certainly not her cup of tea, She is ruled by her emotions, a little bit impulsive, cannot stand injustice, brave and courageous, Never gives up and is a great friend, lover and daughter but a ridiculous liar.

My fav line of hers- “I am ready to go into darkness with you but you are not ready to come into light with me.”

· Luca is just Luca and I love him for his originality. Throughout the book he tries to save Sophie from becoming what she is not. The grand gesture was indeed very grand (If you ppl know what I am talking about ;) I am pretty satisfied with how Luca turned out in the end though I cannot believe that he left it all in the end (NOT Sophie!!! HE DID NOT LEAVE SOPHIE! I meant something else) we discover another side of him which is so sweet and gentle that I went moe all over!!!=) And when he said I mean during his confrontation with Nic I almost gave each one of my friends an Oreo silk because that scene is OUT of this world and I was like “Hah Nic! You got that so get out and leave Sophie and Luca alone you selfish brat!” All in all Luca is someone who is out of this world and so are his hobbies (I mean it literally). Dominant traits- COOL, Calm, sensible but sometimes loses his temper and no one certainly enjoys that. Always composed and pillar of how to remain serene and handle ugly situations carefully. He is very loyal towards the family; if someone gains his trust it means that someone is surely someone amazing. Compassionate and ridiculously intelligent.

My fav line of his-When Felice asked,” So there are some things you deem worthy enough to kill for, Gianluca?”

His reply is just two carefully chosen words filled with passion, “Only One.”

· Millie, Millie, Millie. What Sophie would have ever done if it was not for you? I seriously admire her from the bottom of my heart and I want to be a friend like her and find a friend like her too! She is really just an amazing character whom all of the girls should look up to. She managed to pull Sophie from the darkness and encouraged her to make a new start. Her rants are something I ALWAYS look forward to. She is someone who emits life and radiates happiness with a British accent.Dominant trait- Loyal, unafraid and ready to do anything for a friend.

My favourite line-We are the real love story here Soph. You know that right?

· Nic was a giant asshole throughout the book. Yes! He was soooo annoying, getting in the way of Sophie and Luca’s bonding. He just thought of Sophie as a trophy which he needs to win for his own stupid and selfish glory which is of no importance. He thought of Luca as his competitor with Sophie as the prize. Whenever Nic showed up in the book my reaction was like, “GROW UP and BEHAVE LKE A MAN” Dominant traits- Determined but selfish.

My fav line- Can’t think of one right now. I’ll think and write it some other time.

· Felice- Our beloved Feleechay is a snake! Oh Goodness I couldn’t believe that he could do such a thing. It was a big shock for me. Well serves him right for mistreating Evelina. He is hungry for power that’s t. He just wants power for himself. Traits- Self centered, Manipulative, deceptively polite and formal but a traitor.

My fav line-So there are some things you deem worthy enough to kill for Gianluca?

· Valentino: He is quite deadly and intelligent. He is the master of all games. His love for his brother Luca is shown n Mafiosa. Eventually he warms up to Sophie but then ……..ahhhh better not say it. All in all I liked Valentiino. Traits-intelligent and amazing artist.

My fav line- You overestimate my trust in you.

Ohhhhhh Gooood Lord! I was supposed to write a review and not a character sketch….uawhhhhh!!! But I guess there s always next time. So in my next post I will write more about the characters and then finally I will write my personal reaction to Mafiosa. Right now I am tired and feeling teensy weensy bit lazy soooo till next time…..

Don’t Stop Believing!!!

Crystal Amou

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