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Anderson remembered the mission before his frown appeared again. The mission was a dangerous one. Aside from it being about the person that looked like his wife, Anderson was beginning to regret taking the mission. The Mary in the profile was one of the world’s leading figures both in the light and in the underground world. She was one of the world’s richest and most powerful. In such a world, there were a group of individuals that held power almost similar to the government, and Mary was one of them. No matter how Anderson thought about it, it just did not make any sense. it was a terrifying amount of power. Anderson was shocked. He had heard many conspiracy theories like that back in his original world but had never believed it. Yet, there was one in his report, preparing to take her down.

“Let me go right now. My father will burn your entire empire to the ground for this.” Vincenzo chuckled low and closed the door behind him. He walked over slowly, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Your father? The same man who tried to muscle in on my territory? He’s the reason you’re here, kid. Leverage. You’re my new insurance policy.” I glared up at him, heart hammering. He was bigger than I expected. Older, maybe thirty-five, with that cold mafia don presence that made the room feel smaller. “Leverage? You kidnapped me, you psychotic asshole. Untie me before I…”

I spent an entire morning organizing every scrap of information I could find into a single document. The IOU my mother had signed. The money had come from the Serviss family, through Rocco Cortez. And the key man in the middle was someone named Vincent Hale. He was the Serviss family's accountant, the one who handled all the gray-area finances. My mother's debt had gone through his hands. If I could find him, if I could get him to talk, I might have the leverage I needed to crack this open. The problem: Vincent Hale was slippery.

I’m sure there are a lot of people in the world who talk the way my sister does, and the fact that the girl right in front of me does as well doesn’t really prove anything. “No. I’m not from the orphanage. But I’m here to talk about Juliet since I’m thinking of writing a story about her life. Sister Margareth told me about you being her friend while she was there. So, I thought maybe you could help me?” I cross my fingers behind my back. I hope the odds where people confess to strangers easily happen.

Matteo Salvatore I never wanted to romanticize who I was. A criminal, an outlaw, a mafioso, as everyone calls it. The mafia should never be romanticized. It was never the path anyone should follow, but for me, there was never another choice. Reality imposed itself early on, and the only way to move forward was to accept that there would be no escape. The mafia chose me — and there was no way out.

Before starting this book, I had my doubts. Writing in the Mafia genre and MM romance was new to me, and I worried I'd fuck it up. But to my surprise, you all showed up and supported me. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, comment, vote, and gift this book. With only twenty chapters left, I'm feeling a pang of sadness knowing we're nearing the end. Although this isn't my first book, you all have made it an incredibly enjoyable experience. I'm proud to say this is my favorite book so far.

“Ah, the famous ‘how we met’ story. Well, I guess it’s about time we told the whole thing.” Maria, his mother, perked up, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I would love to hear it again too,” she said. “It’s always been one of my favourites.” Again? That would imply that she had already heard this story before. I turned and looked at Jake ready to hear about this romantic story on how we met. Jake turned and faced his sister, Maya.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

He really doesn't contact his siblings anymore, even though he's still in the same country now. Mark still lives in their father's house. Maybe because of the scandal, Mark was reluctant to return to America. Indeed, humans are the type of trouble maker, then choose to leave and disappear. "I hope so too," Adam replied slightly lying. Some of the people there are leaving one by one, some just arrived, remember? They were all important people who must have very busy schedules. Just drinking a few sips of champagne while getting to know each other, the only people who linger there are those who will buy shares, they have to meet more businessmen.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Eleven Miranda's POV I looked around swiftly and noticed the building had five doors Two at the entrance One at the right side and another at the other side There was a little one by the side Very little that I wonder how someone can get in Huh Oh it's a dog's kennel Seriously am sick I walked towards the wall and started climbing faster using my spikes as support

To him, I was nothing. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do this to us?" "Because 'The Old Mess' is a great story, Kaima," she said, standing up. "And people pay a lot of money to feel like they’re part of a great story. But now, the story is over. It’s time for the analysis." They led me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was filled with rows of tanks—thousands of them. Some were empty; others held wolves, children, and elders. All of them were sleeping, dreaming of worlds that didn't exist.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just don't like those kinds of things? Because what I want to read are encyclopedias and not novels.

Miles pov “Oh shit..”. I bit my fingers in a panic as I stared at myself in the mirror. It’s just an illusion right? I have… Jesus I’m dead. It has to be an illusion, no one touched me yesterday, definitely not my stepuncle. It must be the drug, making me imagine I was being touched by him. It wasn’t a new thing I have always fantasized about my uncle, I have always cum to the thought of him every fucking time.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. I have a reason for coming here. For obeying my father despite the thousands of why I could have thought of an escape if I wanted to. But of course Enzo doesn’t know that. “Ha. Ha. That’s hilarious,” I snapped. “You people have always had rules for women in the mafia. Get married. Have kids. Keep your mouth shut and play the perfect and dutiful housewife. You know what that feels like? A cafe.” He scoffed, lacing every word with disdain, “You people are only full of stupid choices. I won’t let my son fall into the same trap.”

Oh my God you guys I still cannot believe this story has finally come to an end and my heart is full in the best way. I am not done with Jay and Alex just yet but their book has officially closed and that alone feels unreal. This is my first MM story ever and the way you all showed up for it shocked me in the most beautiful way. Your love your comments your support unlocked ideas in my head I did not even know were waiting and I am so grateful for that.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family. I had met Emilio approximately 6 times. They were all brief meetings when I had visited home. He was a fairly nice man. He never mistreated me and he was always polite, but he was the head of the fucking mafia. I was never the person who dreamed of falling madly in love then getting because my number one example growing up was my parents.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

After Arianna said the grace, Signor Rossi carved the roast and we began eating. “Beth, you're quite famous. Those tweets about the mafia. You practically broke the algorithm and gained many followers, eh,” Signor Rossi said and I looked at Ari surprised that she had revealed that much to them. However, I could see that she was just as surprised as I was. Her father chuckled as he saw our expressions. “You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.”

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.