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Mirabella De'Rossi, or Baba Yaga. Mafia Dona, first and only heir to the throne that is the Italian Mafia. At 23, she is the top feared Mafia Don in the country. She is an evil, ruthless and coldhearted leader...or so they say...But why? Morriki Borretti. A 28 year old Assassin and bachelor who gets a job that he thought was like all the others. Complete the assignment and be home in time for breakfast...Right? "Look at you..." he says. His heavy breaths on my neck, Fanculo.. "You don't seem so scary now, baba Yaga" He chuckles, his hand grips my hip. Like he owns me. I close my eyes and blow out a harsh breath. "Stop teasing me you bastard." my voice harsh but breathless, my accent gets thicker when I'm this way. I feel his smirk against my neck. "Not until you say it." And then, quicker than a moving bullet, he's snatched up the fabric of my shirt and torn it clean open, leaving me exposed to his greedy hands. I whimper as the fabric burns my skin. When his hand reaches up and grasps my breast, harshly squeezing me, I can't stop the sound that comes from me this time...
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one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.

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