A Little Wicked

A Little Wicked

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., mars 3, 2021
Zaliya Romano has spent her entire life waiting for it to be her turn, waiting for her throne. She is ready, not only is she the most feared assassin in America but also runs the worlds largest oil company. Zaliya is the definition of power, she doesn't take shit from anyone and will destroy anyone who comes for her or her family. But being the leader of a powerful mafia comes with problems, especially when you are a woman. And when Italian mafia leader Jax Armani comes into her life, things just get more complicated.
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