The Mafia's agent

The Mafia's agent

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"Why do you have scars all over your body?" she looks at me with a blank expression and those dark eyes "That's something I can't tell you..yet." I run my hands over them. "I'll kiss them and make them better" ___________________________ Alexandra Crasso, A tall masc women who doesn't give 2 shits about anyone. She's dangerous but to an extent no one could think of Sofia Smith, a young undercover agent thats taking after her father. Her mission is to protect and eliminate that simple right? What happens when these 2 cross paths and their acquaintance grows to be more than just friends? Can they handle it or not? Will it be a problem for Sofia and Alexandra given their jobs or fate? Read to find out.
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Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

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