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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

"Baby, how about the car you promised? I need another five hundred thousand dollars to go shopping," the redhead said, raking her fingers over Lorenzo's torso. He had worn gray sweatpants and was bare up.

"Don't touch me," he warned, his face cold. "You know how I hate that. Stop whining and get ready to leave. I will have Matteo take care of all that."

"Are we not past this if I am giving intel on my boss, Lorenzo? You don't --"

She gathered her things, zipping her gown. Displeased, "stop treating me like a whore."

"But you are a whore," Lorenzo corrected.

He chuckled. "Have you heard anything from Luca, his end is quiet. That cunt was always after my empire. His silence bothers me."

"I heard he is recruiting someone who will take you out. The details are wavy." She arranged her hair while staring at her swollen lips in the full-length mirror next to Lorenzo's wardrobe.

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