_frieyaVida

[WARNING: There will be Mature Scenes in this book]

Life was hard enough when she lost her mother. 

When her father got married, life was even harder. Sofia was bullied and often went to sleep with an empty stomach. 

When her father died, she was thrown away by her stepmother. 

No money. No friends. Nothing. 

All she had was her tenacity to live.
She scavenged for food. She learned how to pickpocket and she learned not to trust anyone's word. 

Until she was kidnapped and brought to a place she had no idea of. If she wanted to get out, she needed to fight. She needed to kill. She needed to persevere and not make friends. 

"Emotions are your biggest hurdle. Learn to lock your feelings away." 

At the age of ten, she made her first kill. She learned all sorts of things in order to survive this cruel world. And when she reached the legal age, she became the heir to the mafia king. 

"Drunk driving isn't allowed. Give me your license!" Officer Hughes told Sofia who was still muddle-headed after hitting her car on a lamp post. 

"How about you give me your number?" Sofia retorted. Her red and smiling lips were hauntingly beautiful, seducing him to give in to her. 

"Ma'am, you don't need to seduce me. I won't fall for your tricks." 

Even with blood rolling on her face, Sofia wasn't the least bit bothered. It's nothing to her. 

"Let me send you to the hospital first." Officer Hughes offered as he tried opening the door of her car. 

"Just kiss my wound and it will be fine." 

'The impact has damaged her brain cells. She's going crazy. I need to bring her to the hospital soon.' 

Unknowingly, he stepped into the trap that Sofia laid specially for him. Now that she caught her prey, she would never let him go again.


Cover isn't mine.
It's edited by a friend.
From Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

My Wild Little Kitten Is A Mafia Boss

Sofia found a dilapidated hut but instead of going inside this ruined abode, she passed by it and went for the rich foliage behind this dwelling. Using her medical knowledge, she looked for herbs that she can use to stop the bleeding of her wounds and to relieve the pain she felt from the bruises. As for her dislocated bones, she could only grit her teeth.

As she scanned her surroundings, she used her hidden short knife to tinker the handcuff and free herself.

Sofia likes the night better when it comes to hunting her target. She could hear and see things better. Her senses work better during the night when most people have gone to rest for the day.

LIFE AND DEATH II