Disguised to kill the mafia heir
cesa
eeks
I took in my reflection. The brown contacts dulled the intensity of m
ine cut, I could pass for a man withou
t suspect
afford any mo
not after
o
id, reckl
I'd never go t
to some glittering hellhole packed with sweat and l
I was get
rd down like a
ly kept me up
s
deep and a touch that fried my
n bother to
ies colliding in the
way under the skin and whispered t
ng so erotic, so mindless, wi
ate
love
ed that I
woke up in some sle
the floor like the rem
hidden weapon before my brain d
of my thigh and his h
uined the momen
emember m
ut his hand, his
r ag
here's no room for indul
esitate. Hesitatio
mission Mr. Edwards gave me two
s per
to avenge
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ck- a w
musement, turning cold. "T
fr
he edges of the folder, the p
y purple eyes burni
an application to be a b
ogether. "The De Luca Syndicate is looking for new bod
fficial documents, the requirements, the fine print. The De Luc
allowed,"
will be in disguise." He leaned closer. "Now you have
ingers pressed harder into the paper, thre
y expression into something
his head slightly. "The
rds with one stone. I finally had a way in, and now t
ked, keeping my tone casual, but
r struggles, internal betrayals, typical underworld nonsense."
brewing inside me. "No," I admitted.
ered was
e man that ki
re in ag
older shut. "Wh
. You'll nee
sguising as a man won't be an issue. But they'll
t. All the things you excel at." His eyes gleamed with something like amusemen
t my palm, considering the
nd for you. As far as the Syndicate is concerned,
The memory of my sister's scream echoed in the b
tronge
heading fo
anc
ancing over
readable, but his voice wa
gged at my lips
*
sen
oved. All for this moment. I grabbed my car keys from the dresser. T
-
about to step into the belly of the beast. The guards flanking the entrance were dressed
hed. His gaze flickered over me, taking in the sharp lines of my disguise-
he dem
ntification card, passing i
nto the rougher, deeper tone I had practiced
re he gestured for another man to check the system. I kept my expression n
rst guard asked, no
hing but myself." A calculated lie.
uick pat-down. Finding nothing, they turned to the vehicle, opening the trunk, che
d returned, giving the f
n still unreadable. "Drive through. Park in the
ng up the window as I ea
h and power. Every inch of it screamed control,
eath had just walked th
parking area, shutting off
inst the stillness of the estate grounds. A suited escort was alr
said, without ev
y jacket, making sure ever
red secrets. Marble floors stretched endlessly beneath our feet, and po
applicants of different build were already seated, dres
in easily.
s drag
nerves. My fingers tapped once against my thigh
to being obeyed, shoulders squared like the military had
gin the interviews... the Heir of the D
he
inside the estate. The walls here were darker. Ve
us. One hand tucked in his pocket. T
shoulder and
way he stood. Someth
much of a c
uldn'
the thoug
he tu
ught. Just f
e he
rom two w
he owned my skin. The man whose m
k and burning with something I ne
to that collarbone. Felt him groan into
w here
e fucking De L
t to be k