She was a job... until she wasn't.
I was only supposed to get close to her.
Get intel on the Italian Mafia.
Not get lost in her deep blue eyes.
Not fall for her.
I'm in too deep.
I should run from this beauty.
Mission abort!
Mission abort!
That's what I should've said.
But I don't.
And now, it's too late.
I'm sleeping with the enemy.
Falling deeper in love with the mob boss's sister.
The job was simple.
It should've been easy.
Get in.
Get the information
Get out.
I know now... I'm in too deep.
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