17| A Rich Snob and a Low-life

Cinzia's POV

It had been long since Senna had last seen her. The last time they saw had been at a party in Santorini, and they had fucked that night. He liked that she hadn't held onto the fact that they had sex and used it to hold him down. She understood that it was casual and a one-night stand, and that was the end.

She was the daughter of the Dark Knight Mafia group, one of the leading Mafia groups in Mexico, and Senna had only done business with her father once. Mateo Cabral. He wasn't an honest man. Well, Senna wasn't either, but he had expected some form of honesty from that man because he had looked up to him.

When he realized that Mateo was going behind his back and plotting with the men in charge of border crossing to increase their fee so he could get a cut, he decided to pull off from dealing with the fraudulent man.

But he had met Cinzia at the party, and she had taken his breath away. Had she? Well, that was the symbolic meaning for something else: she'd caused his groin