TEMPTED BY THE MAFIA LORD

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ha! Where y

ng seven-foot Jamaican male who weighed nothing less than three hundred pounds.

re were definitely not in their right sense

," I yelled back.

layful glint in his eyes. "Get your pretty ass

ng shit!" I blew him a kiss and as quic

ly every girl's dream. And perhaps if I was the a

e as hell

a twenty-four-year-old. As a little girl, though, I never had dreams. I was never ra

top and ripped jeans wasn't fit for the cold autumn night, but it was all I had that seemed

up. My past didn't allow for hoardin

es on either side of the road, yelling, hollering, and helping drunk friends

it out, grinning when Alisa's name popped u

y A

ne her toying with her Chestnut brown hair betwe

d, every mark, every cut, every single drop of blood was to ensure

y one I had been allowed to keep. But o

t's

up some groceries tomorrow. We got a little

need her money. I hadn't crossed the ocean to

hissed. "Don'

snapped and resumed walking home. "

to help,"

unded so much like a twelve-year-old.

g pretty and living your b

t led to my one-room ap

ut it. Hell, to anyone who passed by my door, it looked locked, but

ng off her ramblings.

t quietly. Why would anyone break into a shabby one-room apartment in the shady downt

single thing. Taking a deep breath, I tried to pry the door wider. A sound I recognized all too well, the sound of

ng, trying to even my br

p male voice heavy with an Italia

slightly. "I think you have

I winced. It had been quite long since I ha

dn't want to kill the world's deadliest assassin.

tty old mattress in a corner. Paper and clothes were strewn everywhere. There was a chair and desk tha

t I was living just fine. I worked hard, I had e

bastard s

ts as I scrutinized him. I had expected some grabby older man in his fif

s and his long brown hair was tied in a ponytail atop his head. His

nd I would

s up in the ai

if you want money, I certai

ed his gun into his waistband

ra. I have never seen a poorer home

it while he was engrossed in talking shit about my house, I ought to get v

ne w

ack to me. "Sure you dyed your hair and shit, but

He got blinded, and I seized the opportunity to drive my knee into his belly a

re and slammed right into my chest. Pain shot through my ribs and I crashed to the floor. Before I had a

and judging from the look on his face as he struggled t

baric?" He spat, dark e

rbarity!" I seethed, baring my te

s hair to smoothen the strands that had loosen

not

n! I know you're Vera, quit denying it, or I'll h

s. Fucking hulks! I had lived a life free of pain in the past few year

I'm retired. If you want a h

if I pay a visit to Alisa Ivanov Cooper

olently against my chest. I growled, trying to break ou

his hands in his defense. "

ob anymore!" I yel

"Fanculo, it's not that hard, is

t, disgusted with th

"I have a proposition for you, Vera Ivanov. I want you to kill someone for me. Just one person.

world? Who on earth did this ma

mind if you think I'

hone. "All I need to do is place one phone call, an

die. I wanted her to live. I needed her to. She was the only reason I could find

everythi

ca kne

. I was cornered. I didn't have a

ould protect Alisa wi

g blankly into his. "W

Italian Mafia," H

cking