My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

ressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on hi

it end up

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t to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother

, but for me, there was

mored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night-the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as

r. Graystone, a Russian top assassin masking as a businessman. He took me in and trained me to fight. To survive in ways I never imagined. Under his care, I became faster, stronger, a weapon in human form. It was only

Graystone said as he watched me train. His thick Russian accent echoe

imits are in the mind, sir. They're

..." he started, "My people often say; Месть - это огонь, который сжигает д

e not, do I look li

til no love remains." He was trying to dissuade me, but I wasn't buying it. His w

id to me; what I wanted was vengeance, and I wasn't goin

is on my fa

dn't care about the patients or their well-being-Hell no! Blood fascinated me, and the hospital ga

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d the sharp smell of anJtiseptic filled the air. The sound of ambulance siren

ly alive, She had bruises all over, bruises that didn'

muttered, not realizing I'd spoke

an, the head surgeon, snapped

an handed me the paperwork and gestured for me to break the news to her loved ones. Typical. He lo

en window rustled the curtains, revealing his face in the dim light. I knew that face. How could

my already hidden face. My pulse quickened, every i

cold and devoid of emotion. He d

s..." I started

you mean

I'd heard on the news that Victor was marrying

aper than I ever thought possible. I was going to use the lion's cub to lure it out for the kill. I

ge. We had to take her in for plastic surgery. Her face was sev

idn't change. He didn'

really care about h

her behavior and we doubt she'll recover from it.

n can I tak

ference wa

racing with the next steps of my plan.

his phone before storming out of the room, h

as the son o

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ll done. Medical records for each patient were kept in that office, inc

"I want you to call Paula to co

at Camilla was dead, my plan would be ruined. I had to use the only

g eye contact; I positioned the stethoscope on his ears and ran my fingers from his ear to his thigh; I could feel the vibration in him, he eyed my breasts with such awe, and I co

drawer and took Camilla's death records and erased her history from the computer. Then I made my way to where Camilla's belongings were and I wore her clothes. Next, I went to dispose of Camilla's

otten about my hair. I had short brown curly hair but Camila had long and luxuri

e of Camilla's hair. I had no choice, I quickly took the wig off the first lady's head

t through the air as he appro

slipping into my n

Caroline Slane. I was Camilla E

g move would