Lexi is a bartender in disguise, a chameleon-an assassin. Everything Lexi has become is all to keep a four-year-old girl safe. Moretti knows that Lexi will do whatever he says for the sake of the child and orders her to remove Crime Boss Angelo Tomassi from his throne. With his luxurious hotel, high-end investments and legion of workers that cater to his every whim, Angelo invokes jealousy from crooked politicians by refusing to give them more shares. Moretti sends Lexi to take it all. Lexi is not ignorant to the risks and sees an opportunity to escape Moretti's grasp. She devises a plan to ask for Angelo's help, hoping he will not connect her to Moretti first. Getting on Angelo's good side should be easy when she agrees to go out with the sexy business connoisseur and Angelo's right hand man, Rafa. One problem-Rafa is a sharp, no-nonsense elite who says he already knows her. Lexi must find out how before petitioning for the help of the Tomassi Group. (This book may contain language, violence or sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.)

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014