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Get a small taste of Mariana 2

9/21/2024

My friends we are oly a few days away from Mariana 2 being LIVE!!! 

If you love strong female leads, secret identity, aplaha protective male and mafia romance, dive into her world!

MARIANA 2 

MATEO

“No one is completely good. Believe me. I’ve tried.

I’ve kneeled and bowed my head pleadingly. But I’ve got demons.

Hidden shadows that creep and dance under my skin.

I will for sure go to hell, but not before I fight for what is right.

My name is Mateo, and this is my story…”

PROLOGUE

Don Miguel’s gun sparked, creating a thunderous sound that felt like a direct stab to my heart. I yelled, but my words got muted under the shower of bullets that fell from the sky. Despite the danger, I rushed to her, wishing I could exchange my life for hers. I ran, ducking and zig zagging under the deadly raindrops made of lead.

Trying to reach her felt like an eternity, until I was finally there, next to her, straddling by her side.

From the floor, her heavy eyelids looked up and gazed directly into my eyes.

Crimson red blood covered her body.

The way she looked at me broke my heart.

It didn’t take a sunset, a stream of crystalline water in the mountains, or the word of God inside a cold dark building to finally understand the meaning of love.

It only took me to look into her pleading eyes to fully comprehend what love is.

“Mariana,” I choked on a sob.

 

 
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Flashback

“Whisper, whisper, whisper,” the voice echoed farther and farther away as I went deeper into my mind.

That’s how every day of the next twenty weeks began when I got recruited and began training at the farm in Virginia.

I had many friends and no friends at all. I didn’t trust anyone, and that was one of my best qualities as an agent. No one during my recruitment at Julliard could get close to me, no one could get a single secret from my mouth. I learned the hard way that telling secrets to those you trusted would not bring any good.

My martial arts expertise, and the fact that I had no one in my life I cared about, is how I got here. The agency was looking into Julliard; they needed an agent within the arts to become a secret agent, and no one would think twice about a musician.

“Again!” I hit the punching bag harder, sweat dripped down the sides of my face. I heard the other recruits’ moans as we received the orders to hit harder, faster, stronger. I wasn’t like the others, and knowing their pain only drove me to push myself harder.

“Harder!” my instructor spat. With swift movements, I punched harder, faster, creating fast combinations, seamlessly transitioning from one combination to another, blocking the pain out. My arms felt heavy and tired, but I wasn’t about to let anyone know any sort of weakness I may have. From the corner of my eye, I saw a recruit fall and then dragged away by an instructor while I kept punching and kicking the heavy bag. The buzzer rang loudly in the gym, but I kept going. I still had too much anger inside me, anger I hadn’t been able to let go.

“Stop!” the instructor called out, but I didn’t, I couldn’t. Not until he restrained my arms. “It’s time to stop now.”

They trained me to become invisible to some people, easily forgotten, but memorable to others. The latter I enjoyed the most. I could deceive anyone and pull as many secrets as possible without them even knowing. I became whatever they wanted me to become, a chameleon in a jungle.

I took my training further and used it for personal reasons. I charmed any girl I wanted to by becoming any man she needed in order to satisfy my own desires.

The CIA didn’t care, as long as I delivered what they wanted. And I always, always delivered.

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