Playing Prey For The Mafia King

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To destroy the monster who murdered my mother, I had to become the perfect prey. I targeted Leo Sterling, the ruthless enforcer of the Sterling crime family, by playing a terrified college student caught in the freezing rain. My plan worked too well, and the situation spiraled completely out of control when I infiltrated his underground fight club. A floor manager forced me into a sheer black lace corset and shoved me into Leo's private VIP suite to serve him. The room reeked of Cuban cigars and the metallic tang of fresh blood. I sank to my knees on the Persian rug right next to a dark, wet puddle, offering him a bottle of champagne. I kept my head bowed, projecting absolute submission, waiting for him to fall into my trap. But when his lighter flared, illuminating his cruel smirk, my blood ran cold. "Does the Columbia University scholarship not cover the cost of your uniforms?" he mocked, his eyes dragging over my exposed skin. He had investigated my planted identity. He knew I had orchestrated this entire encounter. Panic clawed at my throat. Why didn't he just kill me? How much did this monster actually know about the girl hiding beneath the terrified facade? His bodyguard moved to drag me away, but Leo raised a hand. "Lock the door. Let's see how well she does her job before we break her," he ordered, his grip tightening painfully on my chin. I forced tears into my eyes, hiding the ceramic knife tucked in my shoe. The deadly game had officially begun.