Bounded By A Bloody Mafia

ediately closed it and continued preparing for my last mission. Yes! My last mission. I'm Tracy Salvador, a 22-year-old lass. I do

e forever, but luckily, the goddamn rule is changing for me.

things. His name is Damon Willis; members of the clan call him The Great One; I guess he assigned

mbers do say he's assigned that name because of how powerful and ruthless he is, which I find dumb. I don't think anyone can be more ruthless and powerf

e him the missions; if not for him, I would have been dead alongside my parents a long tim

w months ago; he kept it unknown for

e necessary information about the man I'd be going to extract blood from, which I find abs

out knowing the face or name of

neath my butt cheeks. I bent a little to take the hairpin-like syringe from the drawer that's just beside the mirror and inserted it in my blonde hai

it. The missions we carry out are mostly survive-or-die missions-missions that don't guarantee one's life. I wonder why the boss is so ruthless to the exten

hrough it and saw the address. I positioned myself i

I felt lustful eyes gazing at me. I'm used to it, though. I went straight

n. Lo and behold, it's the name Jayden Crane-the one and only Mafia Lord. I

im when I'm not even scared of

ort conversation with him. He told me to be calm, approach him, and act like I didn't know him at all. I wonder how I'm supposed to act like that when I know all he's capable of d

and I felt chills running down my spine as we maintained a long-lasting stare. He's indeed close to perfection, like they say; he really looks like a demigod. T

d decided to walk up to him. I could feel his intense stare as I approached him. I got to him and stopped right at his front, t

could sit beside him when I felt his strong arm pull my ass onto his laps roughly, making my ass bou

elt empty inside me. He drew me closer to his body and sni

Then I recalled what Boss D told me about the vervain spray. For a moment, I felt I should hold back and withdraw from

inserted it in his arm to extract the blood. I got the blood

my mind, looking perplexed. Even my boss takes at least five guards with him whenever he's going out, bu

e the vervain cologne would make him weak, and he would start recovering after 5

first time in 12 years, I saw him laughing out loud. It's a puzzling scenario for me right now. "Why the fuck will the boss be lau

ed laughing and told me he'd arranged my documents and that I'd be traveling out of the country in the

. When I was done, I dried my body, put on the after-bath robe, climbed into b