Enchanting the Mafia Don

he

hey had their hands full. It was easy then, for me to slip through their crowd of agents unnoticed. I walked into the headquarters, dressed in bl

l brown hair was tied into a strict ponytail, leaving my green eyes to

't fit in th

reached my ears through the earpie

airs into the basement. "Last I checked this earpiece t

o," He grunted. "Get yo

a steel door that was bolted shut. Right on it

inger and face in the detecting range

ercover Ops. Behind the doors were cyber geniuses and several specialists in all the fields of crime,

as I walked in. "The godd

tinued if my voice didn't drown in the sea o

the glare stuck on my face. "Do you

a downer. Give yourself some credit. Woman, you single-handedly

r help," I mumbled, st

e crowd joined him and I closed my eyes pushing through them, ig

ore, noth

is office. His glass walls made it easy for him to see everyone and for everyone to s

my hands. "I don't like being here for

t of his salt and pepper hair as he slid a fil

the file. Frederick simply shrugg

hen back at the opened file in my hands. The name, Luciano Moretti

t," Frederic

uch I want to see him suffer. You can't give me this assignment and not expect it to get compromised. I hate h

gged a hand down his fac

in the eyes. "You can't send me there- unless yo

ick said, cocking his head to the side as his

id it anyway. We glared at each other for a while before I

I asked. "And wipe tha

*

?" A woman with skin

a small smile on my face, a

e great Moretti Industries. My target sat fourteen floors above us

f my father

ered, clenching m

alez?" The fair woman as

nclenching my fists and forci

n. I wasn't a girl on a mission to avenge her father's death. I was Raven G

the next thirty minutes before his next meeting. And he does not li

d by his last PA and was already reviewed by

r. Moretti likes

ving room. I would never forget that day. I would never forget coming home from school to see

fia In

ell. Subconsciously I touched the hairpin that held my hair up in a bun. Embedded in it w

floor. Blood pumped wildly in my veins with each step we took. An interview meant it would be just us. Just the two of us. I could drive a

e to wait outside and pushed

new PA is here." I

was

ice with a rather silve

rederick needed. The FBI knew with certainty that Luciano was the Lord of the Italian Mafia that has plagued New York for m

d myself, Afterward

s Raven." The secretary

d my dress and walked into the lion

his pictures before. Heck, I had even tailed him on some days when all I could think

ed intensely into my skin. His hair, black as midnight, was slicked backward with gel and arranged in fine rows. He had a squ

e were in a different world where he wasn't a mafia lord and didn't

e said, clasping h

eping the smile on my fa

us be