The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover (Book 1)
The lights of the hall were dim, meaning everyone was asleep.
A small sound caught my attention, and I looked around, my hands already at the back of my holster, on the gun. Just when something shifted in the dark hallway, I pulled the gun out. The lights were turned on. My eyes widened at the person standing in front of me. It was Helena Rossi, standing by the doorframe at my gunpoint. She didn’t flinch. Neither was there any hint of fear in her eyes.
“I assume you are Adonis Vitale,” she said in a soft, yet authoritative voice, and I nodded. “I thought you’d be here earlier.”
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