Shadows Of Desire

Chapter 1

hey babes, thanks for picking my book. im not a writer, and this is the first time im writing a book like this so bare with me! this book takes inspiration from many other mafia stories, but the main storyline is from my imagination. i hope you enjoy the book, nd if u dont, let me know what i can do to make it better. i'm not sure if i'm even gonna publish this but if i do, thank you!

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                                                 Leandra Moreno

I walked through the alleys of Sicily, Italy, admiring the bracelet I had just.....borrowed. Right when I was about to make a turn onto the main street, a firm grip lands on my arm pulling me back into the alley.

"Tigressa!! It's been so long, did you miss me?"

"Fuck, Marco you don't just grab girls in the alleyway at midnight" I say, slightly relieved

"To what do I owe the pleasure?," I ask, my voice filled with a playful tone.

I won't ever admit it, but Marco is one of my closest friends, my only friend. But it's alright, I don't mind being alone.

Sure

I met Marco when I was around ten or eleven during a training session. Our families were both part of the Order of Assassins, and we were raised to follow in our parents' footsteps. Marco's parents were respected members of the Order, but they were killed on a mission, leaving him alone and deeply affected.

We trained together frequently, and I found a kindred spirit in him. He was determined and skilled, qualities I admired even at that young age. After my grandfather's death, which left the Order in turmoil, Marco decided to leave, unable to bear the weight of his family's legacy. Though our paths differentiated, the bond we formed during those early years left a lasting impression on me.

Okay miss narrator

He hands me a small paper with an address and a time written on it.

"What's this?" I ask, arching an eyebrow at the envelope he hands me.

"Not sure. All I know is he wants to meet and ask you to do something for him," Marco replies, his voice casual. "Claims the reward is worth it."

"Hm, money is money," I muse, more to myself than Marco, twirling the envelope between my fingers.

"That's it?" I ask, sensing there's more he's not saying.

"Yeah," he breathes out, like he's been holding something back.

I turn to walk away, ready to take on whatever nonsense Eduardo has in store. But just as I start moving, Marco places his hand on my arm—a bold move.

I quickly move his hand away with a flick of my wrist. "Stay safe, Lea," he says, his voice softer, almost like he cares.

"When am I not?" I reply, throwing a smirk over my shoulder. I know damn well the answer to that one.

The address on the card led me to a nondescript building in a quieter part of town. The kind of place where people didn't ask questions and secrets were traded like currency. I pushed open the door, my senses immediately on high alert.

Inside, the dim lighting cast shadows across the room. A figure stood at the back, shrouded in darkness. As I approached, I could make out the details—a tall, fit man with an air of authority.

Eduardo Giordano.

"You came," he said, his voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous.

I folded my arms, raising an eyebrow. "I hear you have a job for me."