Her Mafian Professor

Chapter 1~An Assignment

Tiffany's pov

I pulled up to my boyfriend's apartment, eager to see him. After the last mission, the only thing I wanted to do was be in his arms and let myself be pampered.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I turned off my car's engine. I pushed open my car door and took the gift I had gotten my boyfriend out of the back seat.

I walked down the walking path into his apartment building and quickly took the elevator up to his house.

He wasn't expecting me because I had told him that it would take longer than I actually would.

The elevator door pinged open up onto his floor and I stepped out.

A blonde, long-haired man grinned at me before walking into the elevator.

I glanced at him, assessing him.

When I was sure he wasn't a threat, I continued down the hallway until I was directly in front of my boyfriend's door. I knocked on his door and when there was no answer, I called him.

He didn't pick.

With a sigh, I put down two of my bags and rummaged through my bag for the key he'd given me just over a month ago when I went on my mission.

I found it in a small compartment and unlocked the door.

As I entered, it was quiet. Unusually quiet.

“Ivano!” I called out to him, but there was no answer.

I frowned and made my way to his home office. He was always there. As I neared the office, I began to hear a strange sound that sounded unmistakably like moaning.

I pushed the door to the office open and I froze as I took in the scene before me.

Bent over on the office table was Ivano's secretary and behind her was Ivano pounding her from the back.

Ivano's eyes widened when he saw me, and he immediately stopped, pushing his secretary off.

“Tif, wait. I can explain, please.”

I stared at them, frozen in disbelief. My mind couldn’t process the betrayal right in front of me. Ivano scrambled to pull up his pants, his secretary quickly reaching for her clothes on the floor. Her face was a mix of shame and defiance, but I couldn’t even focus on her. My gaze was locked on Ivano, the man I trusted, the man I thought loved me. I wanted to scream!

“Explain?” My voice came out sharper than I expected, slicing through the awkward silence. “What exactly do you plan to explain, Ivano? That you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself while I was gone for what? Five seconds?”

“Tif, listen…” he struggled to put on his pants as the girl scrambled to put on her clothes too.

“No,” I cut him off, raising a hand to silence him. “You don’t get to ‘listen’ to me." I’m done.” My heart pounded, shattering into millions of pieces as I turned on my heels, leaving no room for him to argue.

“Tif, please!” His voice cracked, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my bags from where I’d dropped them at the door and walked out, slamming it shut behind me.

As I reached my car, tears fell down my eyes. I tried to wipe it off but it wouldn't stop flowing. Of course, this would happen to me.

I began to laugh through the tears. An assassin crying because of a boy…I was such a loser.

My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket and I groaned out in annoyance. Who could possibly be calling now that I was trying to feel my emotions? I pulled it out, a little glad for the distraction. It was a text from my uncle. “Villa. Now. We have a mission for you.”

I sighed, shoving the phone back into my pocket. Of course. There was no time to grieve, no space to process. The life I led didn’t leave room for such luxuries.

I dread seeing my uncle. He never called unless it was important and dangerous.

A sigh escaped me and I ignited my car engine and drove out of my now ex’s apartment building.

By the time I arrived at the villa, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The imposing building loomed ahead, a cold reminder of the world I belonged to. I parked my car and walked briskly to the front door, my heels clicking against the stone pathway.

“Tiffany,” my uncle greeted me as I stepped into the dimly lit study. He was seated behind his massive oak desk, a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. His face was unreadable, as always.

“What’s the job?” I asked, skipping any pleasantries.

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with his calculating eyes. “We need you to seduce a man and steal something from him.”

The words hit me like a slap. I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his tone casual as though he were asking me to pick up groceries. “This man has a document we need. You’ll get close to him, earn his trust, and take it.”

I shook my head, crossing my arms. “I don’t do seduction missions. You know that. I’m an assassin, not some w***e!”

“Watch your tone,” he interrupted sharply, his eyes narrowing. “This is not up for debate.”

“It is for me!” I shot back, my voice rising. “I won’t do it. Find someone else.”

He stood, slamming his glass on the desk. “You think you have a choice? You live under my protection, Tiffany. You drive my cars, live in my properties, and spend my money. If you want to keep living that life, you’ll do as you’re told.”

The hardness in his eyes punctuated his words, too.

His words hung in the air like a storm cloud. I stared at him, my chest tightening with anger and frustration. He wasn’t bluffing. If I refused, he would cut me off without hesitation. And without his support, I had nothing. No home, no resources, no identity.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”

****

Later that night, I found myself sitting in a dimly lit bar, nursing a drink as I waited for my target to show up. My stomach churned with unease. This wasn’t who I was. I killed people from the shadows quickly and cleanly. I didn’t play games or manipulate men with a smile and a flirtatious laugh. I didn't even have the skill.

I was a brash woman, not a dainty, seductive one, and I didn't want to go close to a man. Not after a breakup.

But here I was, pretending to be someone I wasn’t.

I spotted him the moment he walked in. Tarzo De Salvatore. His reputation preceded him, a powerful business-man with connections that made him nearly untouchable. He was tall, with sharp features and an air of confidence that filled the room. In short, he was incredibly hot. The type of heat that made women swoon. I hated him already. He reminded me too much of Ivano except he was way hotter.

I watched as he ordered a drink, his movements smooth and deliberate. There was an air of elegance and ruggedness to him that confused me. My uncle’s voice echoed in my mind. “Get close to him. Do whatever it takes.”

Swallowing my nerves, I stood and made my way toward him, my heels clicking against the polished floor. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, flashing him a charming smile. I immediately felt awkward. Do women really do this?

He glanced at me, his dark eyes assessing. “Not at all,” he said, his voice deep and rich.

“Didn't realize I'd be joined by a beautiful woman today, I'd have worn my best suit,”

I giggled.

“Does this usually work on every woman that already fancies you?” I asked, trying not to puke in my mouth.

“Most of the time, yes,” he joked.

“Can I buy you a drink?” We both said simultaneously and he chuckled.

“As a gentleman, I'm obligated to buy you a drink. Your presence is enough.”

“Why, thank you.” I smiled.

The conversation flowed easier than I expected as he got me a drink.

He was charming, intelligent, and surprisingly funny. It was almost enough to make me forget why I was there. Almost.

After a few drinks, he suggested we go somewhere quieter.

“Want to go somewhere quieter with a lot fewer people?” he asked.

“Of course,” I agreed, a cunning smile on my face.

Damn, I may really be good at this seduction thing after all.

The next thing I knew, we were in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling below us.

“You have a nice place,” I said, walking towards his beautiful white couch.

“Nice view,” I said, walking towards the glass wall that overlooked the beautiful city.

“Indeed,” he said breathlessly behind me.

I glanced at him and my breath hitched. He was staring at me with a heated look.

Before I could speak, he grabbed me and kissed me, his lips tangling hotly with mine.

“F*ck…” a moan escaped my lips as his strong hand traveled up between my thighs.