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    La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina
    La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina
    La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina
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    La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina

    By Ruby O'Connor

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    Running from a life of stifling privilege, a curious girl crosses paths with a violent hitman with a pure and gentle heart. A relationship blossoms between the two in scenic Florence. A relationship is formed in violence, sustained through secrecy, and separated by virtue. This is the first story about Minuet and Sullivan Nero, and theirs is a love that requires devotion and sacrifice in equal measure. Incapable of living without one another and willing to do unspeakable things to whoever stands in their way, Minuet and Sullivan will cut a swath through organized crime, professional corruption, and talented opponents with a viciousness and a grim determination that will leave you terrified, turned on, and asking for more.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRuby O'Connor
    Release dateNov 27, 2019
    ISBN9781916276307
    La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina
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    Ruby O'Connor

    Ruby O'Connor is a bit of a philodox, and a killjoy. She'd also like to take this opportunity to apologize to Howard Jones. Why is not important. She has lived here and there, learning this and that, and chronicles these adventures as Arizonacolleen on various social media. Proud creator of Sophie Hollander and Minuet Nero so far. Friend, expat, activist, and unique dresser. Ruby does most of her social drinking near her husband and their two dogs in Wexford, Ireland. She's very grateful you checked out her profile. Seriously.

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      La Provenienza Di Sully e Lina - Ruby O'Connor

      La Provenienza

      di Sully e Lina

      Ruby O'Connor

      La Provenienza di Sully e Lina by Ruby O’Connor 

      Published by Sweek.com

      https://web.sweek.com/profile/AgkDBQ8AZgYBBwAB

      © 2019 Ruby O’Connor, Arizonacolleen

      Excerpts contained within this work: 

      Blake, William. Auguries of Innocence. Poetry Foundation, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence. Accessed 18 October 2019.

      Shelley, Percy Bysshe. Ozymandias. Poetry Foundation, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias. Accessed 18 October 2019.

      All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact:

      [email protected]

      Cover designed by Emma Clinton.

      ISBN:  978-1-9162763-0-7

      Table of Contents

      Part One

      Part Two

      Part Three

      Part Four

      Part Five

      Part Six

      Part One

      It was an unusually cool and windy night in April as she timidly walked the empty streets of Florence alone. A sudden downpour had surprised her, soaking her clothes and destroying the food she packed before running away. She would have ridiculed herself for not being more prepared, but nothing about this impulsive flight from her school trip had been thought through. When the chaperones retired to their own rooms after dinner, it was either go or give up. Now she was out, soaked to the skin, and freezing - but the thought of returning to her school trip a failure brought a lump to her throat. There simply had to be more than the monotony of boarding school and the sterile visits from her distant father. Without knowing where she was going or what she would do, she looked down the empty and dark street and somehow felt better there.

      Lack of impulse control was quickly becoming her most distinguishable trait since transferring to this boarding school. Once her mother died, her father shuffled her along from country to country as his work called him away. One school after another, as though he couldn’t bear to look at her. She shivered, continuing her walk as she tried to form a plan that didn’t involve giving up and returning to explain her midnight walkabout to Mrs. Deever. That was a fate far too bleak to give any real consideration. If I’m going to be in trouble anyway, she figured, I might as well really go for it.

      She giggled to herself as she thought of the entire trip stopping and searching for her. Mrs. Deever questioning all the girls only to discover that they didn’t know anything. You’re gonna have to find me, she thought with a laugh, maybe I’ll jump a ship. Then I’d leave that school a bonafide legend. Maybe the next one won’t even take me!

      She turned the corner, stopping immediately as she saw two men at the far end of the alley. One appeared to be taller than the other in the distance, and they seemed to be in a fight of some sort. She watched quietly, unsure what she was feeling in her curiosity. Being born to a certain privilege left her relatively unafraid in situations, not really thinking in a negative way. Surely bad things happened, after all, but one shouldn’t assume they would actually happen. She watched the two men tussle, wondering what might’ve started the fray when the taller man grasped the other. He turned the shorter man around, gripped his head and, in one quick motion, snapped his neck with an audible crack. Across the alley, she gasped aloud, shocked at what she just witnessed. This drew the attention of the tall man, who looked up at her as he dropped the limp body at his feet. Frightened, she stepped back into the shadows along the wall and held her breath.

      The figure saw something move into the shadows after he heard the gasp, and he began marching toward the space to investigate the possible loose end. A harsh wind passed through the alley, and her still damp form shivered in response to the chill in the air but she found that she was strangely exhilarated at what she had just witnessed. She had never seen anyone so powerful before. As he approached, however, she realized he wasn’t merely taller than the other man. His lanky, somewhat gaunt frame seemed to grow with each step, looming over her as he approached. She looked up at him, her breath finally escaping her as her entire body shivered in the wind. He looked down, the aggression in his demeanor melting away as he realized she was just a frightened girl. Slowly, he reached out to touch her icy, trembling hands as her heart pounded in her chest. His hand was streaked in blood, inspiring a second startled gasp.

      He looked at his hand, noticing the stain and pulling it back from her as he pulled his handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands clean before offering it a second time. His hand was very warm, and so large he was able to wrap it over both of her clutched, trembling ones. He said nothing, but there was a tenderness in his expression as he studied her. The warmth was calming, and as her heart seemed to slow to match his own she finally lifted her gaze to meet his. His large brown eyes lingered on her almost as though he’d never seen a girl before in his life. When the briefest smile passed over her upturned face, he gave her hands a gentle squeeze, tugging to coax her to accompany him. This again made her heart race, but she followed, unclasping her hands and tucking one into his crushing grip as they walked together in the night. She felt dizzy, anxious as she followed this man when all her classmates would have run away screaming.

      She didn’t want to scream. She wanted to know him.

      They crossed the Ponte Amerigo Vespucci, and continued to a brightly colored residential building near the canal. He released her hand, collecting his keys to unlock the gated entrance and continued down to his basement apartment with her following cautiously in the dark. The apartment was a simple studio with a tile floor and modest furniture. Quickly grabbing a chair from the table in the center of the space, he placed it near the radiator and gestured to invite her to it. As she shed the wet coat from her shoulders, he lifted it from her arm and offered a dry pair of his pajamas to her. She watched him walk to the corner to give her privacy, his back to her as she changed and draped her school uniform over the radiator. I must look like a drowned rat, she mused softly, I was completely caught in that downpour.

      Top-p-polin-no, he responded, speaking slowly to aid his terrible stammer while keeping his back to her. His deep voice surprising her after the long silence.

      To-po-l-lin-aa, he corrected, a playful but self-conscious expression on his face. He glanced back at her, his smirk finding confidence in her elated expression. Now dressed and warming by the radiator, he went to the small counter top and began slicing a bit of bread. So you can speak, she asked innocently, you just don’t like to? Without looking up, he responded simply, H-h-hard-d. This strained response immediately made her self-conscious, aware of her intrusive and rude interest. I’m sorry, she admitted, I shouldn’t ask. I’m always talking though, every adult I know tells me so. I talk too much. Always have. So… She crossed her ankles, tucking them under the chair as she rested her hands in her lap. He carried the bread to the table, setting it at

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