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My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss Smoke
Victor's POV The music was low, the kind of tune that calmed the nerves. But mine weren’t calm. Not tonight.Camila’s hand rested lightly in mine as we moved across the floor. Her dress shimmered beneath the golden lights, her face blank.The way she danced, like that of a professional.“You’ve changed,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing as I studied her movements. “Since when do you dance this well?”Her eyes flicked up at me. She didn’t answer, not even a sarcastic jab. Just silence.I tightened my grip slightly, forcing her to look at me. But she stayed quiet until the music stopped. Then she pulled her hand free.“Excuse me,” she said flatly, her voice clipped.I frowned, watching her walk away. Something about her was different tonight. I turned to one of my men at the edge of the room. “Where’s Carla?”The guard leaned in, whispering quickly. “We saw her go toward the control room, boss. She isn't back yet.”I pulled my phone out and dialed her number. No answer. I tried again. No
My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss The Show Is Starting
Carrie’s POV The masked man stood in front of me, his scarred face partly hidden in the shadows. His voice was deep, sharp, and calm.“Caroline,” he said, his lips curling into a smile beneath the mask. “We meet again.”My heart pounded against my ribs, but I didn’t let him see the fear that was secretly crawling up my spine. Meet again?I tilted my head, studying him, trying to place his voice. He had me tied up, I was basically trapped, he could have killed me by now if he wanted to yet he hadn’t pulled the trigger.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice steady but edged with suspicion. “And how do you know my name?”He chuckled, a humorless sound that made the tiny hairs on my arm stand on end.“Does it matter who I am? Let’s just say…I’m a friend. That’s all you need to know.”A friend? Right. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but I kept my face calm.“So what is this, then?” I asked. “Is there some kind of bounty on my head I don’t know about? Are you here to kill me and collect?”
My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss It's A Trap
Carrie's POV The ride to the banquet was pretty quiet, the noise of the car engine being the only sound made.Victor sat beside me, his phone resting loosely in his hand. His jaw was tight as he stayed glued to his device. I kept my eyes on the streetlights flashing past the window, counting them one by one to keep myself from thinking too much.Halfway through the drive, his phone buzzed. He picked it up immediately.“What?” His voice was sharp. He listened for a moment, then his brows drew together. “What do you mean the venue has been changed? Since when?” he paused, “Fine. Send me the new address.”He hung up without saying another word, muttering under his breath. “Hmmm. Suspicious.”I tilted my head, pretending to be casual. “What happened?”He looked at me, almost shocked that I was asking, “They moved the banquet venue to another location,” he said. His tone was clipped.“And you think that doesn’t soun
My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss Banquet
Carrie’s POV The night air was thick with silence as I walked toward Victor’s room, the hallway dimly lit and echoing with the soft pat of my bare feet on the marble floor. I didn’t know why I came. Maybe I was curious… or stupid. Probably both.I pushed the door open without knocking.Victor sat near the window, glass in hand, the golden liquid swirling slowly in the moonlight. His back was to me.“You’re late,” he said without turning.I crossed my arms. “You didn’t exactly set a time.”He took another sip, then set the glass on the table beside him. “Come in.”“I’m already in.”“Sit,” he added, gesturing to the bed next to him.“I’d rather stand.”He finally looked at me. His eyes were glassy, but his voice held its usual control. “My family’s holding a banquet tomorrow night. We’re welcoming a new member into the organization.”I didn’t respond.Victor leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You need to be there.”I scoffed. “Take Isabella. I’m sure she’d love to show off her lates
My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss It Was No Accident
Carrie's POV I walked into the dining hall with my usual calm expression. But the moment I saw Victor sitting at the head of the table with a sore just above his cheekbone, I had to suppress a smirk.He was shoveling the pasta into his mouth with such aggression that it was almost funny. I sat opposite him, gracefully crossing my legs and pouring myself some water.“What happened to your face?” I asked, pretending to be concerned as I sipped.He glanced up, then down again. Thinking of an excuse “Nothing. I tripped.”Was that the best he could come up with?I tilted my head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “You tripped?”He met my gaze for a second, and I knew he could tell I wasn’t buying it.“Yes I tripped, fuck off” he muttered under his breath.I smiled internally. If only he remembered what happened last night, maybe he'd stop showing up drunk at my doorway acting like he owned me or as if I was his personal sex toy.A maid entered just then, her eyes reading the room before she co
My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss New Assignment
Carrie's POVMr. Grayson slammed his fists on the table so hard the room seemed to shake. My shoulders jumped slightly at the sound, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor. Ayo sat beside me, silent, like he usually was. So calm and collected, like the perfect little soldier."What the hell were you thinking, Caroline?!" Mr. Grayson's voice boomed across the room. "You almost cost us the entire God damn mission!"I didn’t answer right away. My heart was still pounding from everything that had happened. The chase, the fight, the gunfire, Ayo. All of it. It kept replaying in my head like a broken record."Well?!" Grayson barked.I whispered, "Why are you so worked up anyways? The mission was a success wasn't it."He paused. "What did you just say?"I raised my head, meeting his glare. "I said it was a success. I got the intel, didn’t I?""I think you mean I got the Intel” Ayo stated, butting in.Mr Grayson scoffed. "You got the Intel? At what cost? You blew your cover in the process. Y
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