The Mafia Deception | Seventeen
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Última publicación sáb, sep 12, 2026
Deception is Her Weapon. Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy.
"You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows."
After her father is killed in a brutal cartel war in Mexico, undercover agent Kim Dami has only one goal left: revenge. She leaves her old assignment behind to infiltrate the very group responsible for his death, the Ghostface Killers, a notoriously violent group known as Seventeen. Surviving means faking absolute loyalty to a group of merciless men who execute people for the slightest mistake. Dami is walking a deadly tightrope, balancing her duty to the law with a burning need for blood, knowing that one wrong move will make her their next target.
𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:
Dark romance
Love triangle
Enemies to lovers
Reverse harem
Undercover agent / Secret identity
Mafia / Cartel romance
Revenge romance
Forced proximity
High stakes / Life or death
Morally grey characters
Betrayal and deception
⚠️ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝!
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