My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

nd myself in the bed

pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on h

've lost your memory" His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teas

y knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, e

bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone po

most immediately pulled back in, as if teasing me. His hand turned my

e stroking; Victor looked at me with such lust as he sucked hard

left my lips as he brought my face

"Now be a good girl." He said before pushing me away

fiancée". That last part came out all wrong. Victor made his way to the door. Not even looking back till he was

ting where my next target would be. I removed my wig and makeup as I ap

n here? Gosh! What exactly did I get myself into? Well, I'm not Camilla; a locked door isn't gonna st

the staircase, something caught my eye. A shadow da

d, who would be sneaking arou

Just as I approached, a spray of darts shot through the air. I twisted, dodging them a

, maybe a little too fast; his precision was like that of a trained fighter. We clashed once more, dodging and countering each other's attacks. We paused a bit as we heard someone enter the k

ice edged with frustrat

ed fast, making sure he was pi

Victor. "Shit!" I said under my breath as I relea

oked and noticed that the man I had been fighting with had left already. I picke

wed in confusion. "What th

athroom..." I gave out

aff and escape this time huh?" He said as he

la had tried e

but right now, I was weak, obedient Camilla. "Vic...tor" I

ack to my prison

id as he stormed out, loc

nt to the window, "I could have just gone down from here." I tried to reach for it but then r

ling him that I had to bail. He unders

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he sweet song of birds chirping. "What a night!" I stretched as I looked around the room. "

ing as I pondered. Just then, one of the Ma

ictor requests that you join

om for a quick shower. Doing my hair and makeup to look like someone e

t wasn't the same car Victor had used to pick me up at the hosp

excuse me, where's Victor?" I asked the driver whose

he started the engine and began driving. What about

large as The Reaper family mansion. There, I met a man; he was a man of small st

bend a little as he kissed my cheeks like that of the French. "Hope t

tantly said, not having the

e. "This way," he said as he gestured f

oked younger than Camilla. As I looked at all the pictures closely, it dawned on me that they were f

rted, unsure if I wa

lways called me Papi Cammy, but at l

r. "My flower, would you mind waiting here for a while? Diego w

t with his entoura

en a fan of reading, yet I found myself feeling drawn. I started running my fingers through the different collections till I noticed a book that was out of place

leads me to somewhat of an office, not too small. It had pictures on the walls, and not just any pictures,

every one of these Men. The only person's file that wasn't there was The Reaper, well no

hell is

d me. "Wow!" I said as I dodged a dart. Instinctively, I threw the first thing I could

u have five seconds to tell me who you are and what you've done wi

d. Face to fa

r, three, t

ot ra