Running From The Mafia CEO
Five years ago, CIA operative Maya Serrano was assigned a covert mission: get close to Lucien Moretti, the elusive son of a powerful mafia boss, and help take down his family’s illegal arms operation from the inside. Her job was to gain his trust—by any means necessary.
She never meant to fall for him.
But somewhere between one single meeting and a night spent under satin sheets, their chemistry turned into something real. The next morning, Lucien was arrested in a high-profile sting. Maya vanishes shortly after—determined to protect a secret after she’s abandoned by the agency.
Now, Lucien is out of prison. Hardened, calculated, and more dangerous than ever, he’s taken over the Moretti empire and rebuilt it into something darker—and far more ruthless. He’s spent years hunting the woman who ruined him, obsessed with finding answers and making her pay.
When he finally tracks her down, she’s living under a new identity and working as a private security consultant—completely unaware of who he’s become.
However, their parts are fated to cross during a government investigation into his company. But this time, he won’t fall for the act.
This time, she’ll break.
But the moment he sees her daughter, everything changes. Because the little girl has his eyes.
Now, the game of revenge spirals into something far more dangerous. A figure from the past is blackmailing Maya with the truth only he knows. The Moretti family will do anything to get Lucien out of the way—even if it means going after the people dear to him.
And Maya will do anything to protect the life she now has.
As the lines between love and hate blur, Lucien and Maya are forced to make choices that will either make or break them.
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Chapter: The Devil You Don’t Remember Lucien’s POV “Have you found her?” Jamie strides into my office an hour after they leave, his hand tucked into his pocket. “Because I haven’t. It never takes me this long to find anyone and I’ve been at it for days.”He rubs the back of his neck with a displeased frown and sinks into the chair. He drags it close, slapping his hands on the desk. “One other thing.”Here it comes. His brow arches quizzically. “You didn’t tell me she used to work for the CIA. When I was going to get that piece of information?” He tutts. “You gotta start telling me things, man. I almost walked into a room full of trip wires. Not a room—” he gestures when I tilt my head slowly and my lips flatten, “—but you get what I mean. I could’ve alerted them to my not-so pleasant activities.”I lean back without a response, folding my arms loosely. “So?” He prompts. “Is she under witness protection? Did she kill someone? I asked if you fell in love with her and you brushed it off. What’s going on?”He’s closer to
Last Updated: 2025-11-05
Chapter: This Little Lie of Mine IIAndrew corners me just as I step out of my car in the visitor parking area of the Moretti Group headquarters.“Hey,” he says, snapping his fingers and pointing at my ankle like he’s clocking a weak spot. “Did you manage to get some ice on that? Want me to piggyback you in?”I roll my eyes. “Pretty sure that won’t scream ‘intimidating’ to the Morettis.”He clicks his tongue. “Yeah… good point.”Then he rolls his neck, side to side, like he’s working out invisible kinks, and makes a whole show of cracking his knuckles. After that, he checks his sleeves for lint, tugs his suit jacket tighter, adjusts his tie with theatrical flair—then flashes me one of his signature grins.“Let’s go.”“Sure,” I drawl flatly. “I’ll be right behind you.”The doors swing open as we approach, and I step into the lobby—immediately awestruck by the size and the sheer opulence of it all. Polished marble floors stretch out beneath high ceilings, where chandeliers glint like a thousand tiny suns. The air smells
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Chapter: The Little Lie of Mine Maya’s POV “I’ve assigned you as the lead consultant on the case, Jenna.”James pushes his glasses higher on his nose, his fingers tapping anxiously against the desk as he looks up at me.“You’re the best fit we have, and the project’s guaranteed to bring us the kind of clients we desperately need.” He leans back in his chair with a pointed, impatient sigh. “It’s also from the government. So it’s not like we can say no to them.”If he’d asked me before he made the decision…But he didn’t.I inhale slowly, folding my hands in my lap, pressing my thumbs together to keep from snapping. “I’m not saying you should turn it down,” I say carefully. “But I’m sure someone else on the team can take over as lead. I can coordinate everything from here—handle the framework, delegate the reports.”James raises an eyebrow. The polite part of the conversation is over.He folds his arms, and I know that look. I’ve seen it during every client pitch, every quarterly review, every time someone even sugge
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Chapter: Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried Present dayLos Angeles, United States. Lucien’s POV The gates creak open before the car stops.I step out slowly, letting the wind hit me full in the face—sharp, fresh, biting with spring rain and expensive stone. The smell of home. It’s been five years.Five years since the government locked me in a hole and threw away the key, since I lost my freedom. Five years since she disappeared.And now, I’m back.I move slowly through the gravel drive toward the main estate, taking in my surroundings. Nothing’s changed in my absence, except the smell of death behind the walls. As I walk to the front door, it swings open and Jamie, my best friend and consigliere, steps out. “Lucien,” he says from the top of the marble steps, his voice tight. “Jesus. You look like hell.”“I feel fantastic,” I reply dryly, reaching the top. “Where is he?”Jamie doesn’t need to ask who. “Inside. Waiting. Barely. The lawyers are downstairs cleaning up the last of the mess.” I nod once and walk past him, str
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Chapter: Vanishing Point II This is wrong. I know it with every step I take through the winding gravel path, heels crunching against earth, palms damp at my sides.The villa rises out of the hillside like something out of a dream—or a warning. Secluded, expensive and ancient. Thick stone walls and ivy curling up around the windows, lanterns flickering like they’re waiting for someone.Like he’s waiting.The night air is warm, too quiet, and the scent of jasmine clings to it heady and distracting. I feel it winding around my senses, softening my thoughts, fogging my judgment.My phone is in my back pocket. All it would take is one call. A single breath, and I could bring everything down on him.But I don’t. Instead, I walk up the steps.The iron door is already ajar, like a welcome message. Or bait, depending on how foolish I turn out to be by the end of the night. I push it open slowly.Inside, it’s quiet. The foyer is dimly lit, with expensive art and tall windows thrown open to the midnight breeze. Somewhere
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Chapter: Vanishing Point Maya’s POV The first lie I ever told him was my name. “Elena,” I say, when he slides into the chair in front of me. The lie rolls off my tongue softly like smoke, and for a moment, while the street lamps of Barcelona light up the cobblestone path beside the restaurant, it feels like mine. Maya Serrano died three countries ago, somewhere between a burned passport and the hollowed echo of a gunshot I’ll never forget. I’m Elena now, sitting with one of the most dangerous men in the world, as someone with priceless intel. I spent months perfecting my identity—and then weeks setting up this meeting with him. It has to go smoothly. A small smile curls the corner of his lips. Luicien Moretti. “Elena,” he repeats slowly, like tasting something forbidden. Like sin, wrapped up in the evening’s seductive breeze and the mouth-watering menu seated between us. “Pretty. Dangerous.” I smile coyly, even though the instinct to run coils tight in my stomach like a snake. “You think I’m dangerous?”
Last Updated: 2025-11-05
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