Isabella Carrasco

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Only the memory of Scarlett’s tears stopped me. I can’t wake up every day wondering if that’s the day your luck runs out, and I’ll get a call saying you’re gone. I can’t lose you. I swallowed the ball of rage in my throat. My pride wasn’t worth breaking my promise to her.
The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)
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