His V*rgin Stripper
In our world, everyone was scared shitless of her.
Seasoned capos, hardened hitmen, and rival soldiers alike trembled when her name was whispered in the shadows, giving her a fiercely fitting name across the European syndicates: La Vedova Nera.
The Black Widow.
I felt an involuntary shiver ripple down my spine at the mere thought of the name, a cold reminder of the lethality hidden beneath those chaotic red curls.
I shook my head slightly, shifting my gaze back to Sienna, letting the tension leave my shoulders as I focused back on the woman who held my world in the palm of her hand.
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