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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

Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed. The pressure built in her chest and her stomach heaved. She felt empty inside.

Her tears were never-ending and she began to gag.

Her whole body shook as she bent forward and dry-heaved. She laid down on the floor, curling into herself as she continued to weep. The stab in her leg and the wound on her chest were not as painful as what she felt inside.

How could vague memories of what you have no idea happened to be so painful? It was in fragments, making no sense, but it was real, and she knew she had done it. That child had done it. Had killed her uncle to protect someone.

She wanted to scream. Rage at the unfairness bestowed upon her. But she couldn't. She wanted to forget, but she was stupid to believe that she could be happy. She had to maybe ask Lorenzo who Vera was and Natalie.

Her weeping turned to jerky breaths as exhaustion overcame her.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN