The Mafia's Little Raven
My eyes locked onto my attacker not a man, but a woman, clad in a tight, black leather suit that hugged every curve.
A grim smirk touched my lips.
This had to be the one they called Viper, Alvin’s prized assassin, the strongest of his crew.
I’d heard whispers about her in the New York underworld, her reputation for taking down even the toughest guys from rival families.
“Guess I finally get to meet you,” she laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine, though not of fear.
She shifted her stance, her eyes like hulk on me, and the other men around us subtly moved, like they could already tell she was aiming to take my head off.
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