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“I own everything in this building, and that includes you. Now, get on your knees,” Lorenzo ordered.

Natasha stood her ground, not flinching.

“I don't like repeating myself,” he stated.

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Indeed, he only spoke once. His actions enunciated volumes, and this Greek God didn't fail to wreak havoc on all who crossed his path. Even if you were the clueless assassin sent to end him, Lorenzo Lizzo would show no mercy.

Kill the Ruthless Mafia lord and earn her freedom.

Little did Natasha, aka Vera, know that she would fall in love with “her mission”.

He was supposed to be just another mission. Not an easy one, but a necessary one that would put an end to her past.

Instead, she chose to give up her freedom and fall in love with him.

When the truth about Natasha's initial mission is discovered, would Lorenzo, a man from Hell who never forgives, make an exception for the woman he loves?

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Note: The picture on the cover is not mine

The Mafia's Muse

Natasha pulled her hoodie over her hair, which she held up in a ponytail. Successfully, she averted the last guard, who proved to be the most efficient. Antonov, her mortal enemy. His eyes were stern like that of a hawk, gazing clockwise without blinking.

All Natasha could think of, was how much caffeine did that guy take to stay alert?

His firm grip wrapped around his AK-47, waiting to blast any unconfirmed movement. His back was firmly pressed against that door she had suffered to get close to. How could she distract him?

Gazing wavering around, studying her environment and calculating her movement, her eyes landed on one of the round vases that held one of Lorenzo's air humidifiers which were placed in every corner of the house. The bottom looked unbalanced and would easily roll down the stairs.

If she could get close enough to push it door, then she would get his attention and then sneak into that dark corner before exploring the entrance.

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