The Stripper

The Stripper

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She's a stripper who "accidentally" kills people between pole spins. He's a mafia prince with more bodies than brain cells. Their meet-cute? She's mid-assassination (his uncle-whoops), and instead of putting a bullet in her skull, he's weirdly into it. Now they're stuck in a "will they fuck or will they murder each other?" loop-spoiler: it's both.
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*You are mine and the world will know it.* She was supposed to be just a stripper, right? But then why did his heart skip a beat when she sat on his lap and pulled him down, gripping his tie? He was a mafia king. Everyone was scared of him, feared him. But this woman was different. She walked to him and sat on his lap, fearless-or maybe just foolish. When he looked into her eyes, his heart skipped a beat again. Those ocean-blue eyes looked beautiful but too hard to read. Suddenly, he wanted to drown in them. In that moment, he knew she was his uncharted territory, and he was going to make every man regret trying to touch her ever again. But it wasn't always easy, and he knew it. She was fire, and he could get burned. But he was obsessed with her, and he would make her his.

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