𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮-𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. -Elara Reyes
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"I wish I never met you." The words slip from my lips with sharp finality as I look him dead in the eyes. He pulled me into this chaotic, twisted world of his-I was better off alone before he ever came along.
He doesn't even flinch. Instead, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And yet, here you are, amore mio. You won't leave. You're too tied to me. Too wrapped up in this to walk away. So don't waste your breath saying things that even you don't believe-it won't change a thing." His voice is calm, his eyes burning with something far stronger than defiance.
I hate that he's right. I hate how much I feel for him, how deep this has sunk into my soul.
"I hate you," I spit, my voice trembling, hoping-praying-for some reaction that shows I've managed to get under his skin.
But his lips curve into a lazy smile, the kind that makes my chest ache. "I love you too, baby."
Of course he says that. Of course.
W A R N I N G S:
-Mature scenes
-Violence
-Mild language
She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish mafia had to work together.
He is a mafia leader of the Italian mafia. He is determined and doesn't take bullshit. One thing he thinks is bullshit is the alliance between his mafia and the Spanish mafia. He has to work and cooperate with them. It was no problem in the beginning but when the boss of the Spanish mafia introduces his sister in the picture the alliance becomes hell.
Will they get along or will they destroy each other?
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His breath fanned over my face. I looked up into his eyes. Those green eyes that melted my heart.
"Let me go," I whispered even though I didn't want to but he couldn't know that.
"No," he whispered back and his grip on my waist tightened.
I could feel the burn of his hands. The burn only he gave me when he touched me.
His lips came closer to mine and slowly he pressed them against mine.