"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21