Alessandra Morino has spent her whole life as an assassin, always being a shadow in the dark. Luciano Moretti is a name that is feared all over America and Italy, the whole world in fact. He is the Don of the Italian Mafia. Both are people you do not want to cross. When Alessandra and Luciano team up to bring down a common enemy, sparks fly and not necessarily the good kind too.

She battles  demons that threaten to swallow her whole.
He  is the devil incarnate, searching for his angel.
This is the story of two people who are so different yet so similar, who intrigue each other as much as they intimidate each other. 

'A King is nothing without his Queen. You are far more than my Queen, tesoro.'

Note: This story breaks certain stereotypes surrounding mafia stories so please do give it a chance.

La Cosa Nostra

Thomas looks at me, a blank expression on his face before turning his gaze to Luciano. 


He looks back at me, raising an eyebrow. 


Luciano takes a seat beside me, sending a cool look to him. 


"You and I both know she doesn't need backup." 


Thomas doesn't seem to know what to say and turns back, looking at me. 


"Fuck your apologies. I want to know how the fuck you missed something like that." 


He glares at me but I don't lower my icy gaze. 


"We had no idea it was a CIA black site. It's one of their newer sites and tech support never picked up on it." 


I stare at him for a few seconds before lifting my lips in a half smile. 


"Why didn't Victor carry out a sniper hit?" 


Chapter 17