Все главы Taming The Mafia King's Little Assassin : Глава 1 - Глава 10

Deep pants and heavy breaths eroded the dark and lonely street, accompanied with that came the incessant footsteps of emergency.It appeared it wasn't just one.A palm laid an unexpected grasp on the dim street lamp, whose light fluctuated eerily, giving off a creepy vibe to the desolate area.A slim silhouette who was struggling hard to clutch onto the grasp of life, panting hard, finding difficulty in catching her breath.With a hand on her chest, and the other, holding strongly to the street lamp's pole.Unfortunately, luck appeared to not be on her side.“Hurry, this way!”The voice of the men chasing behind her echoed fearfully.Making her gasp in shock with dread painted vividly in her wet eyes.Even in the dark, just one look and one would be able to spot the sweat dripping through her face, the fear of an innocent girl in her eyes.Having not much time, Alyssa withdrew her clamp fingers from the pole and began sprinting for her life.Praying to whatever God there is that she sh

The roaring sound of the engine greeted the quiet residence of the great Devon estate.The car regally made it's entrance while the gate slowly slid to a close behind.Alyssa's eyes were all over the mighty structure of the magnificent mansion right in front of her eyes.Her gaze sparkled with awe.A chuckle from her mysterious savior got her burrying her face with a blush tainting her cheeks.She was red-handedly caught, admiring the view like she had never seen a mansion this big before. Well, that's the truth, she had never seen a mansion this big before.The Devons were really living the life.The man opened his side of the door and seemed to want to step out, but he paused. Looking at her, he asked, “Little girl, what's your name?”Alyssa did well to mask the grimace her face bore from the way he addressed her.Regardless she blinked, resurfacing that impeccable look in her eyes. “It's Alyssa, sir.”“Alyssa…,” he enunciated slowly, as if testing the name for himself.“Nice name y

“I—ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me,” her chaste and docile expression was on automatic once more.Yet in response, all she received was a squinted glare from the man that looked at her like he wanted her body to drop lifeless in the next second.Every second of his cold stare made her insides boil with fear.That look…she could guess it.He's definitely trying to fathom what an unfamiliar face is doing in his mansion.Alyssa was dead baffled if she should immediately start explaining, or wait for him to attack her—yes, attack.Because the look his eyes bore, and the aura he exuded were pure killing intent.“Sir—” unable to sustain it any longer, Alyssa parted her lip to speak, but was rudely interrupted by his shiver invoking voice.“Who are you?” his tone made her shudder with a step back. There's just this power in it.She blinked, gulping down an empty, dry track. “I—” She was definitely going to start speaking, but her words were hooked when she caught on to something.‘Isn't t

“Yes. Your brother is right Nathan, I stand with him on this one.” Clarissa Devon, Old Mistress of the Devon family household, reiterated to Zion's question.A huge frown got latched to Nathan's face; he had a sad look on. “You're always with him on everything, mother!” He grumbled.Mrs Devon appeared to want to pose a reply to his remark, but was quick to hold back her tongue—looking guilty.“Your mother is right, Nathan.” The voice came from no one but the middle aged man.Even the way he speaks exposed his stand in the mansion.‘He's unimportant,’ Alyssa could configure.It wasn't that tough by spotting his eager eyes of attention from the rude brute who they call King of the Mafias.“bringing a total stranger back home isn't right; especially when you know the risk it involves,” His words made sense, but it was obvious that he was discretely hinting at something.With how things were gradually heading south, Alyssa wondered if she had made a mistake.Is this second heir is capable

Late that night,Alyssa's grip tightened on the tray in her hold.A look of reluctance appeared in her gaze, but in a flash, just as it came, it left the same.Her gaze sauntered to the cup of coffee on the tray before a quick exhale left her lips—She's nervous!Raising her first, she delivered a quiet knock on the protective door. A door she shouldn't be closed to.Yet surprisingly, “Come in,” Her grip on the tray hardened into a squeeze.His tone was rather calm and low, contrary to how it normally sounded when he's in the mood to wreak havoc.Sighing, Alyssa made sure to be in full play, as her expression immediately softened before she struggled to pull the knob and finally get it right—Of course it's part of her facade.Zion was tiredly spiraled on his massive king-size bed, with his left hand shielding his eyes and one of his long legs folded underneath the other.From the moment he heard his maid struggling with the door she usually opens, he knew something was amiss.“—sir,”