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Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Playing Prey For The Mafia King

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: Today at 13:43

fall; it slamme

oat soaking through to her skin. The heavy drops battered the fabric

rs wrapped around a string of black wooden rosary beads. She squeezed them. She squeezed them until the sharp edges of the cross

g Sr.'s mahogany casket was bein

ard knot. The metallic taste of adrenaline flooded the back of her throat. She

tery driveway. The heavy tires crushed the wet gravel. They stopped

nto the downpour. Their faces were blank. Their hands hovered near

ptile. Lila had studied his face for years - from newspaper clippings, from courthouse photographs, from the grainy security footage her handler had spread across a conference table two years ago. T

ace veil over her face with a gloved hand. Her moveme

Her eyes locked onto the heavy,

le. A pair of polished, custom-made leather

erling stepped

ross his broad shoulders. A bodyguard immediately rus

sharp, annoyed. He stepped out from under the co

rely hollow, swept over the gravestones. A slow,

novan was old, careful, the kind o

knees actually weakened. She bit down hard on her lower lip. The skin bro

at the casket. He stopped and turned his h

d to drop ten degrees. It was a s

, trying to loop her arm through Leo's t

of her reach without even looking at

cket. He pulled out a silver

s and weeping relatives, Leo put the cigarette between his lips. He flicked th

d back and blew a thick cloud of

had promised herself she would feel nothing when she finally stood in the same

been to him. Fifty yards. Forty-

t distance. Not tonight. Toni

dge of her black umbrel

he hem of her cheap trench coat, blowing it back to expose her

over the crowd. The smok

is eyes

gray fog, his gaze locked onto the sh

of the terror she knew a normal girl would feel under that stare. She looked l

But he could never

to his knuckles. His eyes narrowed. The boredom vanished

e rain, right at her, and the mocking smirk ret

he yanked the umbrella lower

uddles as she walked fast toward the cemetery exit. She d

eads pressed into her

r terrified eyes burned into the Viper's mind.

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“To destroy the monster who murdered my mother, I had to become the perfect prey. I targeted Leo Sterling, the ruthless enforcer of the Sterling crime family, by playing a terrified college student caught in the freezing rain. My plan worked too well, and the situation spiraled completely out of control when I infiltrated his underground fight club. A floor manager forced me into a sheer black lace corset and shoved me into Leo's private VIP suite to serve him. The room reeked of Cuban cigars and the metallic tang of fresh blood. I sank to my knees on the Persian rug right next to a dark, wet puddle, offering him a bottle of champagne. I kept my head bowed, projecting absolute submission, waiting for him to fall into my trap. But when his lighter flared, illuminating his cruel smirk, my blood ran cold. "Does the Columbia University scholarship not cover the cost of your uniforms?" he mocked, his eyes dragging over my exposed skin. He had investigated my planted identity. He knew I had orchestrated this entire encounter. Panic clawed at my throat. Why didn't he just kill me? How much did this monster actually know about the girl hiding beneath the terrified facade? His bodyguard moved to drag me away, but Leo raised a hand. "Lock the door. Let's see how well she does her job before we break her," he ordered, his grip tightening painfully on my chin. I forced tears into my eyes, hiding the ceramic knife tucked in my shoe. The deadly game had officially begun.”