LanaSteele

“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.

-

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?

-

Note: The picture on the cover is not mine

The Mafia's Muse

The numerous waves of pleasure knocked Natasha out. She preferred to be asleep than occupy her thoughts with the mixed signals Lorenzo just sent her after making her look like a Queen.

Natasha slept in peace for a long time. By the time she cracked her eyes open, she felt a slight headache from oversleeping. She also saw what looked like Lorenzo dressed in a well-tailored three-piece suit. No way was he going to be back there after treating her like shit.

Oh, she wasn't wrong. Lorenzo was indeed there dropping off some outfit while intensely glancing at her.

She turned again, rubbing her eyes before facing the door. She was now wide awake and found Lorenzo hanging up garment bags, a suitcase at his feet. "Relax, Natasha. I am just dropping some stuff for you."

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR.