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Ever since she's been a child, Leila Rossetti's sole ambition has been to seize control of The Cosa Nostra and avenge the childhood she lost by the claws her father, The Don. When she inadvertently declares war on the Russians, who have long held a vice grip on the underground, her plans go right in the trash giving way to a far more dangerous threat.
Yet the overconfidence of the Italian assassin is nothing more than a source of amusement to Nikolai Romanov, king of The Bratva. Known for his ruthlessness and absolute control over Russia, he views Leila's reckless move as merely an entertaining spectacle, like a predator who only toys with its prey before devouring it.
So what happens when The Pakhan finally decides to strike his prey?
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"If you allow her near you again, I will kill you. Then myself. And it will all be over. If we can't be together in this life we will in the other. Then the next one. And the next one after that. You know how the list goes." I hissed, digging my index finger into his chest. "You're tormenting me can't you see? Your absence your contradictions, they're torturing me.
I want to kill anyone who dares to look at you too long, anyone who'd dare to even breathe too close. I crave your blood, your tears, your violence and your lust. Every single part of you. I want to reach into your chest and carve myself in your black heart making sure it only beats for me. You haunt my thoughts and you course through my veins. You. Are. Mine."
The words ripped through my throat like sharp blades, leaving me trembling and my chest heavy. It felt as if my very soul laid bare, right on his blood painted hands.
A cruel pleasure painted the twist of his lips as his eyes flashed with triumph. He savoured every moment of watching me suffer because of what he caused, delighted in the confession of my sick obsession.
"Then prove it to me. I'm right here, Leila. Take what's yours." My heart stilled.