The Assignment  (Discontinued)

The Assignment (Discontinued)

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"Hi I'm here to see your father", I say. "Aw pity he isn't here I'm actually the host, but while your still here may I have a dance". William (Italian) 27 and the heir to the Italian Mafia. He is a ladies man and always takes advantage of women, never sleeps with the same girl. He is also cold/ruthless and merciless. Will Amara be able to change that?? Amara (Bosnian) 25 and a detective for LAPD (Los Angels police department) going undercover to find the don of the Italian Mafia at a ball, but instead finds his son. Will she be able to resist his charm?? Book cover help by: Mrs.Kaminari1 Mature scenes ⚠️⚠️⚠️- adult language, Smut, Mafia scenes
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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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