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Found a shadow even she tries to ignore. Whatever it is, it keeps her from running to the authorities…and it keeps her interesting. “If she talks, the system’s too rotten to act,” I added. “But she won’t. She understands the weight of secrets better than anyone we’ve ever hired.” Victor exhaled, tension easing. “And if she proves us wrong?” “Then I’ll handle it,” I said, voice calm. “But she won’t.” I was already certain—this was one test my Raven was going to pass.

I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf. So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off. I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind. “Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused. With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.

Then I brought out a novel to read because it was awkward staring out the window and sipping coffee with a stranger sitting across from me staring at my face from time to time or operating his phone. “How far have you gone?” He asked “How far have I gone with the book?” “Yes,” he said smiling. “I’m still at the prologue,” I responded. “Oh, that’s chill, you seem to like thrillers, this book ‘ Kill for you,’ is an epic thriller, and only true fans of thrillers read it.” “I had no idea, I was just drawn by the book cover, but yeah I love thrillers.” “It’s a good one,” he said and I forced a smile. So he had read it before. “I could read it over and over again, it never gets old.”

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

We open fire simultaneously. It's a surgical massacre. Our bursts, synchronized, sweep the atrium. The attackers, caught off guard, fall one after another. Tara is terrifyingly precise. Headshots, grouping. She aims for the weak points in the bulletproof vests, the joints. She shows no remorse. She is a lioness defending her territory. Below, Piotr fires from his cover, finishing off the wounded. In thirty seconds, six men lie on the marble floor, the pool water tinting red.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

His eyes flicked up, scanning for sight lines, calculating the angles, predicting the final move of the last attacker. I realized then that Alexander wasn’t fighting them. He was hunting them. I was counting the shots in my head. Two, then two, then one, then three more. The third man bolted for the sedan, trying to duck behind it, maybe to retrieve something from inside, maybe to flee. Alexander anticipated it, cut him off at the corner, and fired a shot that shattered the rear window and forced the attacker to the ground. There was a brief, primal scramble, the man lurching on hands and knees, fingers scrabbling for a weapon. Alexander closed the distance with three quick strides, stepped

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.