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I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

In 1957, at the age of twenty-three, she married a furrier named Brickman. However, that union exploded because of her husband's constant flirtations, in addition to his penchant for grand larceny. With a young daughter and an indefatigable spirit, Arlyne resumed her destructive pursuit of glamour and influence only to end up raped and beaten to a pulp at the hands of mobsters she considered her friends. The rape marked in Arlyne's career the advent of a new cruelty, born simultaneously of a desire to ven- The Mob Girl 18 ganza and the need to protect herself. She spent the next thirteen years of her life in a stormy and often violent relationship with a Genovese mobster named Tommy Luca. Du

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying my ruined face. "Roman doesn't just fuck anyone, Gianna," he said, his tone flat. "Do you know that?" "No, sir," I gasped out, wiping my nose with the back of my trembling hand. "I... I have no idea." "Oh," Don Xavier murmured, taking a half-step closer. "You do not?" He leaned down slightly, his breath smelling faintly of rich Cuban tobacco and liquor. "You must be playing with fire," he whispered. "You think you are clever, Gianna. You think you can dance between my sons.”

Rumor in the underworld had it that she had been sold to overlook her father's loan. Of course, the idea of their age gap freaked me out. It made my stomach twist, not in a good way. I remembered almost reconsidering the marriage proposal to Annalisa when I learnt she was five years younger, but fifty-five years was even worse. Who was I to judge, though? I mean, we were leaders of the underworld for a reason. Our world didn’t abide by society’s rules or morals. Here, power was the only currency that mattered, and as long as you had enough of it, anything was possible. It was why Annalisa and I were attending tomorrow night. We had to show up, play our part, and rejoice with Grandpa. Yes, th

Samuel had leveraged the betrayal, driving Harrison further into the empire he despised. "See?" Samuel had goaded. "Love makes you weak. Dreams make you blind. Power is the only thing that lasts." And Harrison believed him. So he buried the doodling boy until morning light. He buried the eternity fantasist. In his stead, he raised the monster. Cold and Hard, an iron-blooded mafia businessman and yet, Maya's ghost never departed each time she smiled, each time she told him she loved him, he remembered Maya's smile, her lies, that was why he kept her at arm's length, and that was why he never trusted her.

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Oh, who cares where they came from or where the center of their operations is? She began reading through the search results. Occasionally raising an eyebrow. There was no definite information about his age. It was either between fifty to seventy. No photo, either. Apparently, he was pure Italian and had joined the Mafia at eighteen. Rumor was, he killed the previous boss, which led to him becoming the new don. She skimmed through the rest of the information she found on line. Until something caught her attention. The feared Mafia boss allegedly had erectile dysfunction. Oh, dear.