Katarina – POV“Don’t die on me tonight, bitch,” I whispered to the mirror.I stood in front of the vanity, the black strappy lingerie clinging to my skin like second flesh. No panties. Just lace and sin. My skin was cold, but my blood was boiling. My heart beat so loud I could feel it in my ears.Left boot—tighter. Needle tucked in the lining, slick and silver like a secret. I slid on the long black robe, silky, soft, fake innocent. It covered just enough to not raise alarms in the hallway, but I was ready underneath. Ready to seduce. Ready to kill.I turned toward the door.And that’s when I heard the tiny footsteps.“Katarina?”Fuck.I froze, hand still on the doorknob. Then the tiny voice came again.“Katarina, wait.”Shit. The damn robe had just swayed past my ankles, and boom, there he was.It was Papi. Giordano’s boy. His little shadow. My soft spot.He stood barefoot in the dark hallway, clutching a teddy bear with one eye and half its stuffing hanging out. His face was scrun
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