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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

The entourage was crazy. Over three vans and two BMWs with Lorenzo and Natasha sitting at the back of one of them which was bulletproof.

Matteo sat in front of Antonov driving. Lorenzo found it difficult to tear his gaze away from her. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and the silver choker stirred arousal within him.

Occasionally, Lorenzo checked his tablet, which had all the CCTV of the Casino connected. Things were going according to plan and the crowd was under security.

"Are you okay? You look tense," Natasha spoke, brushing his knuckles.

He pressed a button attached to Matteo's seat and a mini-fridge opened. Inside there were glasses and a variety of drinks. He took two glasses out and a bottle of wine, pouring for Natasha and himself.

Handing over the glass to her, "I am not tense. You are. I can hear your heart beating like crazy."

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO