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90 days to seduce the mafia boss

Mia Simpson’s life collapses the moment she comes face-to-face with Lucius Lovato—the cold, merciless CEO who once destroyed her reputation and the man she never wanted to see again. Wrongfully accused, publicly humiliated, and betrayed by the only man she ever loved, Mia believes she has already hit rock bottom. But worse awaits her. Given a single chance to escape prison and start over, Mia is forced into a dangerous bargain: seduce and marry Lucius Lovato, the feared mafia heir with a heart of ice and a soul no one dares to touch. Though the world sees her as fragile, Mia accepts the deal on her own terms, hiding a burning thirst for revenge beneath her innocence. Lucius is no easy target. Every move Mia makes pulls him closer, and every secret she hides, he already suspects. As enemies close in and her past unravels, Mia discovers a terrifying truth—she is not just caught in a mafia war. She is its legacy. Love, in this world, may be the deadliest weapon of all.
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Chapter 4

The woman's lips twitched up into a smirk and she threw her head back, chuckling darkly.

Mia gulped hard as she watched her silently, pondering who the woman was and what power she had to get her out of detention despite the accusation hanging around her neck.

"Get ready to leave with me once it's time," she muttered and Mia quickly nodded, excitement surging through her.

The woman turned to crawl back to the corner she had been in, but Mia grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"What is your name?" She asked.

The woman froze and her fist clenched, her eyes darkening.

"How did you know that I wasn't the Mafia queen?" Mia asked.

The woman craned her neck back and smirked viciously then tore Mia's grip off her hand.

"You should only care about getting out of here alive," she muttered, and before Mia could let her words sink in, she was gone.

She didn't understand what the woman meant, but she decided to heed the words and concentrate on getting out alive.

She lay down on the cold floor and sighed loudly. For the first time since she was forced to the police station, a smile appeared on her face and hope filled her beautiful almond eyes.

She didn't bother thinking about what the woman's condition could be or who she was, all she dreamt of was getting out of her enemies' reach. That was all that mattered to her.

Throughout the night, she kept falling in and out of sleep, her heart skipping any time she jerked up and looked in the direction of the woman.

The more she looked at her, the more she realized that the woman had been there even before she was arrested and brought there.

She had quietly sat down in a corner and watched everything unfold without saying a word.

She knew how to draw fear and respect whenever she stepped into a gathering, but somehow, she lay low in the detention center, not even releasing her real name to the police or anyone in the cell.

She had different identities used for different purposes and places. This was all done perfectly through her powerful family.

The burner phone she had hidden inside the bra she wore buzzed and her eyes flew open.

She darted her eyes around the silent cell and slowly crawled on her knees toward Mia, who had already fallen asleep after waiting for hours.

She tapped Mia lightly as she fixed her sharp eyes on the door.

Mia stirred and jolted up, fear darting across her eyes.

She swerved her head around, her heart thumping rapidly in fear and excitement.

"We should get going now," the woman muttered.

Mia nodded and made to stand up but she dragged her down, placing her finger over her lips to be quiet.

Mia obeyed immediately and succumbed to her silent rules.

The rustle of keys at the door caught their attention and drew the woman to the door.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" A man clothed in a cop uniform asked and she nodded, extending her hand.

Mia's jaws dropped as she watched them converse in low tones.

She couldn't believe that the woman had connections to some of the cops in the station. She finally understood why the woman was so confident when she talked about helping her escape.

She stopped talking and craned her neck back, smirking at Mia.

She slipped away from the door and crawled back to the cell then handed a mask over to Mia.

Mia took the mask without asking questions and put it on.

The woman nodded and gestured for her to follow her lead.

The man threw the door open, daring not to make a slight noise to avoid waking up the other detainees.

The woman and Mia crawled out of the cell, and the man noiselessly locked the door and began to lead them out of the police station through a secret passageway that led out to the back of the building.

Mia wouldn't stop shivering as they walked along the silent empty corridors.

Sweat broke out on her body and the loud thumping of her heart threatened to expose her.

The woman glanced at her from the corner of her eyes and noticed how scared she was.

She gripped her hand and stared at her with assurance in her eyes.

Mia gulped hard and slowly calmed down but the fear never left her.

The thought of getting caught hunted her mind severely, almost paralyzing her with fear.

She wondered if she would survive this prison break, and even if she did, how would she live? Everyone had tagged her the Mafia queen, and this meant that she would be unable to show up in public.

She didn't know how influential the woman was to take such a step with boldness, but she was sure the woman wouldn't have any problem living normally like she used to.

Should she go back and face the judgment and leave her fate to God, or should she break the rule to fix her life?

A blaring sound pierced into Mia's ears, slashing through her thoughts.

She jerked her head up and swerved her head around as red lights blinked repeatedly while the sound got louder.

The woman froze and stared at the ceiling then cursed loudly and took to her heels, pulling Mia along.

Mia's heart sank into her belly, and she heard shouts at the end of the corridor.

She felt like breaking down into tears as her feet, which were almost becoming numb, slowed her pace.

"Run faster! Don't look back!" The woman's screams propelled Mia to summon up a little courage and take control of her freezing body.

The police officer, who was ahead of them, got to a large exit door and rolled it open, then turned and beckoned towards them.

The two women ran like their lives depended on that chaotic moment and narrowly shoved past the exit door before it slammed shut.

The woman let go of Mia's hand as they got to a fence and skillfully jumped over.

Mia's stomach clenched as she stared at the high wall, knowing fully well that she would never be able to jump over the wall on her own.

It was a dead end for her and no form of magic could give her the kind of strength she saw the woman exude.

Her trembling feet began to stagger back but the man grabbed her arm and hauled her forward.

Mia pinned her lips together and slammed her eyes shut as the man wrapped his hand around her body and jumped off the fence.

Mia let out a scream as the man hit the ground.

He groaned and let go of her, then nursed his shoulder, which got bruised in the process of jumping over.

Mia released a breath she never knew she was holding as she rolled on the cold ground, breathing in an air of freedom— the kind of air that she never thought of breathing freely again.

"You've got some cigarette, Mark?" The woman's voice came up, causing Mia to sit up on the bare ground.

"No!" The man groused.

The woman frowned and narrowed her eyes in disappointment.

"Shit!" She spat and raised her hand to smash the lighter in her hand.

"Oh… I found a stick!" The man said.

She stopped and looked at the cigarette in his hand, smiling in relief.

She walked towards him and snatched the cigarette then lit it.

After taking a long drag at the cigarette, she exhaled smoke and turned to face Mia.

"How are you doing?" She asked.

"Huh?" Mia mumbled, still trying to understand the lady she was seeing.

"You must be fine then," she added and puffed out smoke, chuckling darkly.

She faced Mia again, an evil smirk on her face.

"You know you owe me, right?" She muttered.

"Yes," Mia responded.

She looked at the building and then back at her, pondering on how she would tell her that they were still in the enemy territory.

"Don't worry, the alarm wasn't for us," she said, reading her mind.

Mia nodded and sighed then staggered up to her feet.

"You asked for my name, right?" She asked and Mia looked up at her.

"My name is Aurora Fernandez…" she paused and threw her head back, waiting for a reaction from Mia.

When she got nothing but a blank look, she walked closer to her and placed her hand on Mia's shoulder.

"As for the mafia queen, I killed her myself," she whispered into Mia's ear and Mia felt her blood freeze.

Her eyes widened and her limbs shook as her words echoed in her head. She couldn't believe that she sought help from a killer, a person who seemed to have no sympathy lurking in her eyes.

Mia needed no one to tell her that she was yet in grave danger. Perhaps one that is even greater than being in jail.

She gasped and tried to shift away from her but Aurora grabbed her and pulled her closer, smirking evilly as her eyes burned into Mia's rheumy eyes.

"I have fulfilled my part of the deal. It is time you fulfill yours."

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