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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

Why was he doing that? Her heart stuttered when he brought her wrists up and placed a single kiss on each of them. Her mouth hung open. That wasn't actually happening, right?

"I'm sorry, Natasha," Lorenzo said against her wrist.

She stopped breathing for a second.  He apologized to her.

The Italian mafia boss, Lorenzo Lizzo, a man who probably never uttered the word sorry to anyone, had just apologized to her. She was in a state of shock.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she fought to breathe. He looked up at her and her body started to warm up under his soft gaze.

That wasn't possible. Lorenzo couldn't be sitting in front of her right then and apologizing. He couldn't be that…gentle.

"You didn't deserve what I did to you. I can't apologize enough. But please know that I am so genuinely sorry," he continued as he placed her hands on his knees again.

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