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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 wanted intensity and not gentleness. Use her mouth. Be aggressive. Force his cock into her mouth, into the back of her throat.

He muttered words that made no sense, his voice hoarse and deep.

Natasha cared less if he was singing to deities. All she wanted was him in her. Other things taunted her. Bigger things.

Unable to help herself, she eased forward and swiped her tongue along the tip, tasting his arousal, stoking hers to a fever pitch all over again.

A possessive sound broke from his chest. She glanced up and saw his head thrown back, the muscles in his chest rippling with strain. His arm muscles twitched.

He was enjoying her mouth. A mouth that he has found a new use for other than talking and yelling. Encouraged by his reaction, she sucked him into her mouth, tracing those veins with her tongue.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE.