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Kiss of Betrayal
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Ongoing, First published Sep 13
Mature
Athena Maria Gonzalez was a name whispered like a curse in the streets of Madrid's underworld cold, calculating, and merciless, she was the kind of woman who smiled while pulling the trigger, never hesitating to eliminate anyone who stood in her way. Born into blood and betrayal, Athena wore her reputation like a crown, her heart long hardened into steel. 

Lorenzo Dario Romano, on the other hand, ruled the Italian mafia with equal ruthlessness, a man carved from shadows who believed love was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. When their worlds collided two empires fueled by power, hatred, and vengeance the sparks were as deadly as their bullets. 

Neither feared death, neither trusted anyone, and both carried blood on their hands. Enemies bound by violence, they swore to destroy each other, yet the more they clashed, the more the line between hatred and something far more dangerous began to blur.
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