WARNING: Please, before reading this book, note that it contains: violence, abusive scenes, and mature scenes. "I was supposed to kill you, Cassius," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Do you think you can?" he replied, his gaze piercing. He gently took my hand, the warmth of his touch contrasting sharply with the coldness of the IV drip that fed into my arm. "I would shoot a bullet into your head if..." I started, but before I could finish, he sealed my lips with a kiss—soft yet filled with an urgency that took my breath away. **** Zara Singh, an undercover assassin, receives a contract to seduce and eliminate Cassius DiMarco, the most feared Mafia king who is known for his ruthlessness. But what would happen when she finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Cassius? And what would happen when Zara finds out Cassius had a hand in her parent's death? Would she be able to forgive him? #2
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12 YEARS AGO I froze in my place as I looked at the sight ahead of me. My mom and dad were covered in their own blood on the floor, and two men stood over them. One of the men held a glowing iron rod in his hand. They hadn’t seemed to notice me as I quickly hid behind the door, my heart pounding in my chest. "Goodbye," the man holding the iron said, his voice cold and devoid of remorse, as he tore my father’s shirt and pressed the hot iron against my father’s bare chest. A scream erupted from my dad, a sound that pierced through the haze of shock. I gasped, unable to contain my horror. The man's gaze snapped to me, and I could feel the other man moving toward my hiding spot. "Run, Zara," I heard my mom’s weak voice, barely a whisper but filled with urgency. "No, mom!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as i peeped out of my hiding spot. I felt paralyzed, caught in a nightmare that I couldn’t escape. "Zara, please, run... no, hide," she urged, her voice growing weaker with every word. Panic surged through me. I looked around desperately and dashed into the room next to me—the store—and locked the door behind me. My hands shook as I fumbled with the lock, the sound of my parents’ cries echoing in my ears. "Open the door now," I heard a husky voice demand. It was the man who had moved toward me. I trembled at the thought of what was happening to my parents. I couldn’t leave them like that. They needed me; I needed to save them. "Open the door if you don’t want your parents to die," the voice came again, ominous and threatening. My heart dropped. What did he mean? Would they really die if I didn’t obey? I moved to unlock the door, but my mom’s tearful plea stopped me. "Don’t, Zara. We’ll be fine. Please don’t open the door." Then I heard a blood-curdling scream from my mom, and my heart sank. Should I have opened the door? The sound of someone pounding against the door made me jump. "I will break down this door if you don’t open now!" The threat was clear. What should I do? "Leave her, Pierce. We don’t harm kids," the other man said, and then there was silence. Minutes passed like hours. I waited, my heart racing, until I finally mustered the courage to open the door slowly. The room was empty except for my parents who lied lifeless. The men had left. I rushed to my parents, shaking them, pleading for them to wake up, but there was no response. They lay still, their faces pale and lifeless. A loud cry escaped my lips as I realized I had lost them. Despair washed over me, and I continued to shake them, hoping against hope for a miracle. Zylara. My little sister! I remembered her, and a surge of panic gripped me. What if the men had gone after her? No! I couldn’t let that happen. I dashed out of the room, my mind racing as I made my way to her daycare. Thankfully, she was safe. i picked her up and headed back home. But when I arrived, chaos surrounded our house. People were gathered, blocking the entrance. I fell on the floor with a thud when I realized that my parents were really gone and I let out a loud cry. **** PRESENT "Here, it's the next target," Xander said, sliding a file across the desk toward me. I picked it up and the name CASSIUS DIMARCO leapt off the page, stark and foreboding. "Cassius, Mafia Lord?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. There’s no one in New York who doesn’t know the name Cassius, even if some don’t even know what he looks like—including me. Xander nodded, his expression serious. "Why? When did I migrate to mafias?" "Just now!" he replied, exasperated. "No, Xan. I really can’t do this. This is Cassius we’re talking about! What if I get caught?"I felt the weight of the world pressing down on me. Years ago, when I first heard whispers that it was a Mafia Lord who had killed my parents, I had vowed to myself that I would never have anything to do with the Mafia. If I ever encountered one, I promised that I would kill him immediately without hesitation. "I believe you’re not a newbie who doesn’t know her way around a mission," he countered, his confidence frustrating me. "Xan, this is huge! I can't handle this," I said, frustration bubbling to the surface as I slammed my hand on the desk. I feel like I am going to fucking kill Cassius before I even start my mission. "Well... and here I was thinking it’d be your last mission," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really? I can quit after this?" My eyes widened, hope flickering within me. I had been wanting to quit for a long time but Xan just wouldn’t let me go. "Yes, but since you don't want it..." he began, reaching for the file. "No, no, no! I will do it!" I snatched the file. Xander’s smirk widened—he had a knack for getting his way. "Okay, so what are the details?" I asked, taking a seat opposite him. ****** I found myself sitting on an opulent sofa in Cassius's mansion, glancing around in awe. Fuck! This bastard is damn rich! The walls were painted a deep green and white, and the sofa was a pristine white, while the rug beneath my feet mirrored the green of the walls. It was clear Cassius had a penchant for the color green. Was it his favorite? Even the throw pillows were a vibrant shade of emerald. "When you're done glancing around, can we move to business?" His husky voice jolted me from my thoughts. He sat across from me, exuding an aura of power and charisma that was almost intoxicating. Damn! He’s fucking handsome for a ruthless Mafia lord. His green eyes held a captivating intensity—no doubt where his color scheme came from. What the hell are you thinking, Zara? Get your fucking mind straight. As I gathered my thoughts, I began, "My name is—" "Crystal Greene, right?" he interrupted, his gaze penetrating as if he could see right through me. "Yes," I managed to reply, fighting back the urge to add 'bastard' at the end. I felt an overwhelming urge to kill this handsome bastard right now. Perhaps eliminating him would free me from the burden of vengeance that weighed so heavily on my heart—the vengeance I had been craving since that afternoon when my parents were taken from me. The vengeance to kill a Mafia Lord. "Okay. Take this." He handed me a document. "You can start work tomorrow after going through that." His tone was casual, but my mind raced at his tone. Why then had he asked me to come over today? I had thought he wanted to interview me. Fuck him. Right, I was to be his cook. The thought of being so close to him was thrilling—and dangerous. The annoying part was that I would be moving next to him. It's all for the better! "I really don't tolerate spacing out," he said, breaking the silence, his voice low and commanding. "I'm sorry, sir," I said quickly, shaking off my daze. Just as I thought I could regain my focus, a woman burst into the room—no, a slut. Her outfit screamed attention, and she rushed to Cassius, planting a kiss on his lips that made my stomach churn. What a cliché! I squeezed my face in irritation. This had to be the latest in a long line of fleeting flings, a mere distraction for him. I had heard he changed women as often as he changed clothes. Probably just a woman for the week—or was it just for the day? Heck! I don't care! Just want to get rid of the bastard and be done with this hell of a job. "Hope you didn't miss me?" she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. Cassius's eyes flicked toward me, gauging my reaction. "You really shouldn't squeeze your face like that if you want a job here," he commented, making me quickly force a smile, reminding myself that Crystal was supposed to be sweet and accommodating. "You should take your leave now," he added, dismissing me with a wave of his hand, while I noticed the woman scanning me with evident disdain. Bitch! I nodded, stepping out of the room, a sigh escaping my lips as I exited his mansion. This mission was shaping up to be more complicated than I had anticipated. Cassius didn't look like an easy target. Well... it’s Zara Singh here—only one Zara Singh, a perfect woman who's good at seducing any man. Cassius would be a piece of cake, as the past guys too! And I would make sure to kill him mercilessly at the end.Zara's POV There are no words to absolutely describe what I'm feeling right now as my gaze locked with Cassius standing at the door. It was as if the air had been knocked clean out of my lungs. My heartbeat wasn’t just loud—it was frantic, thundering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. My stomach twisted into knots so tight it was hard to breathe, let alone think. I felt stripped bare. Exposed. Like every carefully hidden thought, every buried truth, every fragile piece of me I’d tried so hard to keep hidden was suddenly illuminated under a harsh, unforgiving light. I wanted to look away. I should’ve looked away. But I couldn’t. My eyes stayed locked on his, frozen, as if breaking that connection would shatter whatever thin thread of composure I had left. My hands were cold and clammy, trembling slightly at my sides. I curled them into fists to stop the shaking. But it didn’t help. The dread had already sunk its claws into me. A part of me screamed to run. To fle
Zara's POV Torture. That's the only fucking word to describe what Cassius is making me go through. This...this is the kind of torment that doesn’t leave bruises, but cuts deep anyway. He’s fucking torturing the hell outta me right now, and every fiber in me is screaming to punch him in the damn gut and scream until I go hoarse. "I'm still waiting, Cara mia," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent a traitorous shiver down my spine. No, no. I can’t let Cassius get to me. I can’t give in, not now. If I show him a crack, he’ll wedge his way through and rip me wide open. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my thigh, his body betraying the control his mouth pretends to have. He wants this too. I know he does. But I’ll never give in. Never. "Well...I've learned not to do things without the person's permission," he said, his warm breath grazing my cheek as he let me go. He stepped away and the sudden distance made my body ache with need. I hated it. I hated how much I want
Zara's POV I sat down on the bed slowly, wincing as a fresh wave of pain throbbed through my shoulder. I’d worn myself out punching that damn wall like a lunatic. Every muscle in my arm screamed in protest, reminding me just how useless all that rage had been. I feel like screaming right now, but what was the point? No one would hear. I was locked in a room that felt more like a prison than anything else. No windows, no furniture worth throwing, just a sleek AC unit humming quietly like it was mocking me. Who the hell builds a room like this unless they’re hiding something? My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. "Zara," I muttered to myself, "he didn’t even ask you to snoop. This is on you. You brought this on yourself." I let out a shaky breath and stared at the pristine walls like they might offer a solution. They didn’t. “I swear, if I had something to throw, I’d shatter it.” My voice cracked around the fury, but there was nothing here. Just polished nothin
Zara's POV "Where are you going? I told you you're gonna sleep in my room," Cassius said, stepping out of the bathroom. I blinked—twice—because, holy hell. The man was a walking Greek god. The shirt he wore was unbuttoned, teasing toned skin beneath, while the shorts he had on stopped just below his knee, revealing more muscular thighs than I was mentally ready for. But it was his hair that stole my breath. Wet and tousled from the shower, brown strands falling slightly over his forehead, dancing with the breeze from the fan... God. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look this dangerously good. I always saw him with his hair slicked back—but like this? It felt illegal. "Did I have that much effect on you?" he asked with a smirk. Shit. Shit. Shit. I had been caught. I had been caught red-handed. My jaw was still slightly open, and I felt the embarrassment crawl up my throat like fire. I snapped my mouth shut, praying to every god I’d ever heard of that my cheeks wer
Zara's POV I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I stood there, frozen, watching the door click shut behind Delia. My hand was still clutching the burner phone, but I could barely feel it anymore. My palm was slick with sweat, my fingers numb, like they didn’t even belong to me. My lungs were screaming. I’d held in too much air for too long, and now it came rushing out in a broken, shaky exhale. I stumbled toward the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. God. I looked horrible. No—worse. I looked wrecked. My eyes were wide and red, lips pale, hair slightly disheveled from how tense I’d been. My skin had gone ashen, and there was this haunted, raw look behind my gaze that I couldn’t scrub away. That bitch had a recording. My thoughts spiraled out of control, frantic, tangled like a web of thorns. My heart was thudding against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Every second ticked louder than the last. 'Now I’ve got your whole betrayal on aud
Delia’s POV Happiness! Joy! Ecstasy! Those are the only words that come close to describing what’s rushing through my veins right now. A cocktail of triumph and adrenaline. I never thought a day like this would come—when opportunity would walk straight into my hands. God, I was scared. Scared out of my mind when I found out that this bitch—yes, this trembling, big-eyed snake in front of me—had taken a bullet for my Cassius. My. Cassius. It wasn’t just the bullet. It was the way he looked at her afterwards. The way he refused to leave her side for two damn weeks. Two whole weeks just with her and I couldn’t even get through to him. He shut everyone out. Me included. Especially me. That’s when I knew. Whatever was between them, it wasn’t just a fling or some passing interest. Cassius was falling for her. Falling hard. And it made my skin crawl with rage and fear. But then... then I heard she was getting discharged. That she and Cassius were coming back to the estate. So, I
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