His Empire...Her Endgame

the clubs in Sicily, his hometown, enjoying the view from the balcony of the building. He felt warmth in his heart and marveled at how beautiful the city looked at night. The li

ou didn't understand English," she said in a sultry tone, her accent heavy and unfamiliar, but it sent signals to both his mind and body. "Oh, don't be. I understand English. I was just surprised to see such beauty before me," he countered, and they both laughed. "I'm Marco, by the way," he introduced himself, looking into her deep black eyes. She smiled before replying, "Juliet." He smiled. "That's a nice name for a breathtaking young lady like you." She was still smiling when they shook hands, but then she stiffened. ADANNA She was shocked. One moment, she had set out to carry out the assignment given to her, and the next, she was feeling guilty for lying to her target about her name. He looked innocent and kind but also more soft-hearted than she was. That made her feel an unexpected sense of guilt and kinship, which puzzled her. They were far from being related-not even the same race. With his brown curly hair and athletic figure, though a bit older than he looked, he could be anyone's fun uncle. His blue eyes portrayed an innocence that seemed too pure for the world they found themselves in. She tried to get a grip on herself as they shook hands, but she felt a tightness in her chest. She became still, unable to decipher what she was feeling at that moment. She averted her eyes from his before she made a fool of herself .." this man should not be the end of me " she prayed inwardly . MARCO "Is it the wine talking, Mr. Marco?" she sighed. "Now I thought I was the tipsy one, but it seems like you're worse." "Oh, don't say that. I'm very much in charge of my senses." They walked toward the elevator, but as they made their way out, she noticed men positioned strategically, their eyes on Marco. Oh, so these are Mr. Marco's men? Seems like I'm sadd