Killing the Mafia king Softly

s poured from his eyes, his dipped voice. He never imagined I would b

ly took a second before being embedded in the target.

my hu

year

rb them. After all, this wasn't the first time I was putting up a show to entice someone. Unlike other cartel women,

s trum

d into my room, a smile ap

mbibed it in every wrinkled line of his skin. Every step he took hurt him; the trembling walk

g closer, he lent his

ncident. The consequence of not having a male heir was quite evident. Our

re was determination lurking behind those milky eyes. Looking at me, his lips parted. A smile e

terrified

wouldn't go dow

prepared for this day, the turmoil from facing the reality felt different, sic

e pulled me back to real

aced hair. Pulling them affront, I walked in, resting my hand

of his family seating,

ion. Neatly placed hair and hooded eyes reminded me of the last time I saw him. With raised eyebrows, the predator slid back on his chair, crossing h

of him had a striking resemblance to their

ring the tips of my teeth. The demon and I were locked i

back to the pr

osed the door

he cartel gone, I would...I mean..." His voice wavered, and the smile on his face was wiped

olding his trembling hands, I could feel the pain in his heart. He was parting wi

ls, he portrayed the demeanor of a leader. Tall and slender as a grapevine, Benjamin oozed charisma. Walking across

us, Benjamin sat. "Although I don't have a daughter, I know your sentiments in prot

angel. Her dewy face and kind, greyi

ly." She smiled at me and then at Dad. I simpered, playing alo

ardo Gonzalez didn't spare a second, intertwining her hand with his and walking back. Such a sweet mama'

, hiding away behin

shing girl. Act and impress. She took my hand and placed it

hand away. Both Carmen and I felt the jerk reaction. El Demonio murmured an insincere