Tarnished Hands

In the mafia world, I've been underestimated my entire life.Men are elite. The cream of the crop, and well, women simply aren't.That was until the boss gave me a chance, now I'm invaluable and as deadly as any man.So why do I let a man I had a one-night stand with play with my emotions?He keeps on sliding his way into my heart, even though I keep trying to kick him right back out.He knows my world, and he also knows my body.But what he doesn't know…Is me.And I'm not sure how much longer I can keep fighting him until he wins.