Diabla

She was Sophia Perez the CEO of estilo, the best fashion company in New York. She had everything to make a man fall on his knees. She had long jet black her, beautiful pump lips and a body of a godess. But unfortunately for them, she didn't want a man, she didn't need a man.
To her, they were just a waste of sperm. They were just manwhores who wanted her for her body. So to say her love life was shitty, would be an understatement

At night she became the deadliest assaian in the underworld. All mafias wanted her dead but they would be stupid to do so. After all, she was diabla.

What happens when the Don of the Itallian mafia, Lorenzo Moretti, goes to Sophia claiming for her help?

Read to find out 😉

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I wasn't going to deny it, he was gorgeous. But he was a fool if he thought he could trick me.

"Who sent you?" I said while playing with the ice that was left over from my drink.

He gave me an amused smirk before leaning over and whispering in my ear
"What makes you think that someone sent me darling" he said lowly the whiskey he had been drinking earlier clearly evident.

I couldn't help but feel turned on. My inner subconscious told me to snap out of it. I was ruthless, deadly and wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who disrespected me. I was diabla. And with that, I reached for the knife that was strapped to my thigh and plunged it on to his knee.

I heard him groan and mutter words in which I think was italian. I smirked then leaned over and whispered in his ear
"You can't fool me 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨" mocking his words from earlier.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏!