Stolen By The Mafia Boss

a luxury club to gather intel for an undercover article, but now she was crouched behind a stack

Moretti, the infamous mafia boss known for ruling the underworld with an iron fist. His sharp suit was prist

voice calm yet laced with menace. He lifted his gun

ed through her veins. She had just witnessed a murder. And now, sh

e sharp sound of a gun co

omewhere

lling gaze of Luca Moretti himself. He was watching her wit

g," she lied, her voice

expensive cologne mixed with the metallic scent of blood

nd her, and a cloth was pressed to her mouth. The last thing she sa