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She's the most lethal weapon the Italian Mafia has. Made into a cold-hearted assassin by her father, the don, Amora Belfiore has brought some of the mafia's most powerful men to their knees. She has never faced an enemy she couldn't kill. Until they crossed paths. He's the devil of the Russian Mafia. Some say that whispering his name is like calling upon the devil himself. Born into a cruel world, Helios Morozov kills anyone who dares to cross him. Until he met her. When fate gives you a chance at unforeseen circumstances, will you take it? Or will your desire for blood and power hold you down? »»----- -----«« »»----- -----«« 'Fuck' I breathed out. I carefully stood up from my hiding spot behind the garbage bin. Brushing off my dress, I made my way to the edge of the alleyway. Slowly, I peaked my head out. I chuckled to myself, Stupid bitch didn't even check the dumpster. Click. Fuck me. "You thought you could lose me that easily, kroshka" He breathed into my ear. (little one) "I mean you were stupid enough pull a knife out on me at the bar so..." I boldly replied; despite the current predicament I was in. He shoved the barrel of the gun harder into my head. "I'm not the mood for snarky remarks", his voice laced with hostility, "No matter how intoxicating they sound coming out of your mouth". I turned around and pressed my cleavage against his rock hard chest. I looked up at his towering frame from under my lashes. Slowly dragging my hand down towards his dick. "Do you want me on my knees for you right now?" I purr. His gun was lowered at his side. I started to drop slowly, still holding his gaze. "Too bad you're going to kneel for me, stronzo". Quickly, I grabbed his gun and shot him in the foot. "шлюха!" he yelled as he went down. (whore) I flipped him the finger as I ran with his gun. I am gonna be in deep shit when I get back home. ------ Most Impressive Rankings -#1 "Russian" 8/19/21 - #2 "Bastard" 10/29/21
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