Natasha swirled her wine, eyes locked on Antonio across the room as he laughed with his underbosses. No one noticed her slip the stiletto from her heel, revealing the slim blade hidden inside. She crossed the marble floor like a cat, lips curled in a smile. “Darling,” she purred, placing a hand on his shoulder, blade pressed gently to his ribs. “Let’s chat. I think it’s time I started running things.”
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