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Author: Esiito
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MARCO

The next day...

"What do you want, Simms?" I frowned, stepping to the alley that had become our meeting point. "You can't keep dragging me out here so often. The Castillos will soon catch on to me," I grumbled loudly as soon as she came into sight.

Skipping any greeting, she went straight to the point. "Angelo called to talk earlier today. He's getting impatient. He wants to know the name of the person who poisoned him," she announced.

"I need more time."

"It's been weeks!" Her shrill voice squeaked.

"I thought he had more time." I tilted my head and scrunched my nose.

"He's getting worse by the minute," she said and started pacing furiously, her black pumps making a soft 'clacking' sound as it touched the ground.

"He's angry and frustrated, and says that if we don't get him a name soon... He'll tell the Castillos about our deal." She stopped right in my front, concern blazing in her eyes. "You see... He's threatening to expose you."

I furrowed my brows in thought, sucking on
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  • The Mafia's Aide    t w e n t y t h r e e

    ROSASix months later...The visiting room at the federal prison wasn't where I'd imagined having Sunday dinner with my father, but we'd made it our tradition. I watched him enter, looking healthier than he had during the trial. Prison might have taken his freedom, but it had also lifted a weight from his shoulders."You look good, papá," I said, embracing him."And you look successful," he smiled, noting my tailored suit. "How's the company?""Profitable. Legally." I emphasized the last word with a small smile. "We've expanded the shipping business into Europe. Clean cargo only.""And Marco? He's treating you right?"I twisted the elegant engagement ring on my finger. "He is. Though he's still adjusting to working security for our legitimate operations instead of investigating them."Dad chuckled. "From FBI agent to private security—quite a career change.""Love makes us do crazy things," I said, watching his face carefully. "Like a crime boss working with the feds to protect his dau

  • The Mafia's Aide    t w e n t y t w o

    ROSAThe federal courthouse loomed before me, its stone facade as cold as the morning air. Today would determine everything—my father's fate, the future of our family, and whatever remained between Marco and me.I smoothed down my black blazer and walked up the steps, photographers shouting questions I ignored. Inside, Marco waited by the security checkpoint."You don't have to be here for this," he said softly."Yes, I do." I met his eyes. "You made your choice yesterday. Now I need to make mine."The courtroom was packed when we entered. Daniel and his father sat with their lawyers on one side, my father on the other. The sight of him in prison orange made my heart ache.As I took my seat in the front row, Daniel turned and gave me a smile that sent chills down my spine."All rise," the bailiff called.The proceedings began with the prosecution outlining their case. I listened as they detailed the criminal empire my father had built, the smuggling operations, the money laundering. B

  • The Mafia's Aide    t w e n t y o n e

    ROSAThree days after the arrests, I sat in dad's office—my office now—reviewing the damage. Our legitimate businesses were in chaos, employees were panicking, and the Colombians were demanding answers. But I refused to let my father's empire crumble.A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in."Marco entered, wearing a suit that somehow looked different now that I knew what he really was. More federal agent, less consigliere."The FBI is preparing to move against the Colombian connection," he said without preamble. "I thought you should know.""Sit down, Agent Rossi." I gestured to the chair across from me, enjoying how he winced at the formal title. "We need to talk.""Rosa—""No. You've done enough talking. Now you're going to listen." I laid out a stack of folders. "These contain evidence of every illegal operation the Carusos were running without our knowledge. Human trafficking, drugs, weapons—all of it. My father may not be innocent, but he wasn't involved in their w

  • The Mafia's Aide    t w e n t y

    ROSAMy hands trembled as I held the police badge I'd found hidden in Marco's room. Detective Marco Rossi, Chicago PD, Organized Crime Division. The morning light caught the gold shield, making it gleam accusingly.I'd snuck into his room at dawn, determined to find proof of what I'd overheard last night. The badge wasn't hidden as carefully as it should have been—almost as if he'd wanted me to find it.A commotion from downstairs interrupted my thoughts. Angry voices echoed through the halls—I recognized Daniel's father, Vinny, among them.Clutching the badge, I crept to the top of the stairs."You've got some nerve, Castillo!" Vinny's voice boomed. "Trying to cut us out of the Colombian route?""What are you talking about?" My father's voice was cold, controlled."Don't play dumb. Our contact at the port told us everything. You're redirecting shipments through a new channel—cutting our profit margin in half!"I peered around the corner. Dad stood behind his desk, Marco and several g

  • The Mafia's Aide    n i n e t e e n

    ROSA The wedding invitations lay scattered across my desk, their gold lettering mocking me. Two weeks. That's all the time I had left to figure out what was really going on in my family's business—and with Marco. I'd been going through dad's old financial records, trying to make sense of the shipping routes Marco had been so interested in. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but there was something off about the numbers. The manifests showed regular shipments to Colombia, but the profit margins were impossibly high for what was supposed to be simple import/export business. A knock on my door made me quickly hide the papers. "Come in!" Daniel strode in, already talking about wedding details. "Baby, I've been thinking. We should move the ceremony up a week. My father insists—" "What? No! There's already so much to do and—" "It wasn't a question," his voice turned hard, nothing like his usual cheerful tone. His eyes, usually warm brown, had turned cold. "My father want

  • The Mafia's Aide    e i g h t e e n

    ROSAI couldn't sleep last night after our conversation about the engagement. Marco's words kept echoing in my head: "You can't call off the engagement, Rosa." There was something in his tone—not just concern, but urgency. Like he was protecting something bigger than just our relationship.I found him in dad's study early the next morning, his head bent over some paperwork. The morning light streaming through the window caught his profile, and for a moment, I forgot my suspicions. The sight of him in his fitted suit, completely at home among my father's business documents, made my stomach twist. How had he adapted so perfectly to this world? Then his phone buzzed, breaking the spell."We need to talk," I said, closing the door behind me.He glanced up, his expression carefully neutral. "Rosa, this isn't a good time.""When is it ever?" I moved closer to his desk. "You keep giving me mixed signals. One minute you're kissing me in the garden, the next you're telling me I have to marry

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