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The Mafia's Muse

“I own everything in this building, and that includes you. Now, get on your knees,” Lorenzo ordered. Natasha stood her ground, not flinching. “I don't like repeating myself,” he stated. - Indeed, he only spoke once. His actions enunciated volumes, and this Greek God didn't fail to wreak havoc on all who crossed his path. Even if you were the clueless assassin sent to end him, Lorenzo Lizzo would show no mercy. Kill the Ruthless Mafia lord and earn her freedom. Little did Natasha, aka Vera, know that she would fall in love with “her mission”. He was supposed to be just another mission. Not an easy one, but a necessary one that would put an end to her past. Instead, she chose to give up her freedom and fall in love with him. When the truth about Natasha's initial mission is discovered, would Lorenzo, a man from Hell who never forgives, make an exception for the woman he loves? - Note: The picture on the cover is not mine

LanaSteele · Urbain
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Paul began to vigorously whip Laura's back without pausing. It was firm and hard that each strike tore her skin. She screamed uncontrollably, jerking in pain.

"Keep your mouth shut, bitch!" Alan yelled at her face. Paul gave her five more successful whips that caused blood to trail down her torn skin. She was sobbing now.

Alan walked to the wall and got a gag, which he strapped over her mouth to muffle her cries.

Her shrieking voice was cut off, and she was basically whimpering, fighting to break free from the role that bound her to the pole. Neither Alan nor Paul was moved by her pleas.

Natasha tried to look unmoved, void of emotion. Her body didn't react, and she watched with knee interest. Lorenzo picked traces of arousal from her heavy breathing. Safe to say, what she was watching was turning her on.