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I frowned, because surely they are kidding me.

What makes them believe that I can make Don Petrov lose his guard with me?

That I'm that special?

Somehow she must have noticed my expression because she chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Trust me Cecilia, you have what it takes."

I shook my head, "No I don't think I do. Haven't you met him? Plus he hates my guts."

"Does he?" The masked man whispered, sarcasm dripping from his words.

His voice sounded vaguely familiar, just a little.

Or maybe I'm just imagining things.

"Yes he does."

"Listen Cecilia," she grabbed my hand, shaking it desperately, "Listen to me very attentively. In this country, Mafias are the cruellest men known on earth. Any creature who is bought as a slave by them would rather go through literal hell, because it's a fate worse than hell. Slaves are nothing. They sleep out with the dogs, are used, raped by their owners whenever it pleases the bastards. They don't have a will."

My stomach turned violently and I