You can run and hide, but I’ll always catch you.
King of Obsession, an all-new steamy, forced proximity, dark mafia
romance from bestselling author Bianca Borell is now available!
Luciana
My mission was straightforward. The hit should have gone smoothly, as always.
But it didn’t.
Enzo Ferrara is an arrogant, cunning bastard who laughs at my weapon of choice,
taunting me with that sinful mouth of his to pull the trigger.
He should be six feet under. Instead, he hunts me in a dangerous game of seduction
and surrender.
He targets my body and heart, unleashing hidden desires and impossible dreams.
He won’t stop until I’m his, but that can never happen.
The passion he ignites in me can’t deter me.
One of us must die. And it won’t be me.
Enzo
I was flattered that the Council had sent the most revered assassin in the Underworld to
kill me. I must have done something right.
But nothing prepared me for Luciana––a gorgeous, lethal woman who made me want to
possess her and spit in the face of the Council.
I would have given her anything her heart desired. Made her the queen of my dark
empire, but she betrayed me.
And in my world, betrayal equals death.
You can run and hide, but I’ll always catch you.
I’m coming for you, Luciana. It’s time to repent.
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No one is truly free. I sold my life long ago in exchange for power, thinking it would
satiate my hungry soul. I was wrong. I had little choice then, considering I was an orphan in a
system with only two ways out: become a nun or a whore. Neither appealed to me.
Walls surround me, trapping me inside, but we all live in cages. Mine just happens to be a
gilded fortress. I live in a mansion on a vast estate—a gift for my service to the Council of
Twelve.
Out the window, the spring wind blows, bending the trees to her will. Frail blooms scatter
into the air before painting a blanket of dead potential on the pavement.
Sighing, I press my palm to the glass, wondering what else is out there if I could break
free from this life. It’s the only one I know. When I was thirteen, Augustus Ducati came to visit
the monastery and offered me a third option: to become an assassin.
Augustus is the unofficial ruler of the Council and the only person in the world I take
orders from. He’s neither family nor just my boss. Our relationship has always had depth but
lacked substance. By accepting his offer, I traded one prison for another, albeit a much more
luxurious one. Surrounded by people with power and the means to buy countries, I came to
accept that freedom is an illusion.
From my window, I watch the guards, accompanied by attack dogs, patrolling the
property. I find it ironic because I’m the one they’d need protection from.
I earned my nickname—Silver Death— after completing my first assignment at sixteen.
At twenty-three, my name is whispered in the underworld with reverent fear. Everyone knows
that once a name is on my list, they’re dead.
I hoped that by earning money, gaining influence, and eliciting dread, I would gain
access to the only information I wanted.
Where do I come from? Who were my parents?
Humans are fickle, and their loyalty always comes with a price. I don’t care about why
they abandoned me. I want to find out about my roots and better understand who I am. Is this
detachment from killing hereditary? Is this hunger for power innate, or is it simply a result of my
upbringing?
I hate days when I am not on the hunt, when I am not busy planning hits. But I could spill
all the blood in the world, and I would still be restless.
Outside, the water lashes at the edge of the pool as if wanting to escape, brewing a small
storm. I have an entire mansion at my disposal with people I handpicked to take care of my
needs, but each one of them is a reminder of my duty. Of my life not being mine.
I signed my life over for a taste of power I thought would give me freedom. Instead, it
captured me forever in an hourglass—each grain of sand slowly trickling, reminding me I am
just a sharp tool in the Council’s arsenal.
Heavy footsteps rouse me from my trance, and I quickly don one of my many masks,
each sharing a common trait: a cool, poker face. Some perceive it as arrogance, but I call it self-
confidence—a reminder of who I am: Luciana Rossi, assassin.
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