827; Like A Maid

827; Like A Maid

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Sheila is head deep into the world of knives and blood, as a spy. Except this mission is on a whole another level-her own death sentence. She has to act maid; one slip up and it's game over. Elaborate murder is twisted deep into this 'man''s handprints like jagged tattoos; Figliuolo. This manic adores an audience but he's a myth; unseen but loud. He silently controls the mafia world as just a faceless name. It's easy to get information but when Anastia maids his apartment, everything slips past his eyes; she's just a lie. Halfway across the world, in a maximum prison jail cell, an enemy plans revenge on Sheila; he doesn't know who she is. Being locked up is the least of his worries-find 827. And he won't die until her blood is drowning his fingers. Sheila retaliates with these psychotic men, after all, it takes one to know one. It also takes one to love two. RULE NUMBER ONE; DON'T GET ATTACHED TO TARGETS.
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