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I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

Grayson frowned. Trent was a gangster who dealt in some pretty messed up businesses. He had a ton of gangsters under him who were willing to do anything. They had all given up on life. They were willing to do anything because they no longer cared, which meant that they were extremely ruthless. A lot of Maltford's elite weren't afraid of them, but they were too lazy to start anything. After all, getting on the wrong side of a criminal was much worse than getting on the wrong side of a gentleman.

After the meal, we walked back along the highway, and we gradually talked more and more. I realized that he had run off alone to pick up an order for the goods to fulfill his promise to me. And then he was caught. There were countless gangs in New York. Each gang had its own established territory and business. But there were two businesses that all the gangs were afraid of, namely the firearms and drugs business. They were controlled by the big shots. On a day-to-day basis, those arrogant gang bosses on the street were cautious when it came to those two businesses. Without special permission, no one dared to touch them.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

he smiled mischievously, humour in his expression, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her, seeing a side to him that was endearing. “What is your favourite book Genevieve ?” he asked her as he put a piece of bread and cheese in his mouth. “I tend to read books on ghosts and things like that.” He laughed, “Why?” “I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown, the fascination of whether it’s true or not.” “I see what you mean. Everyone loves a good mystery don’t they? Especially to things that we can never really know the truth about.” He looked at her perceptively. Again she felt as though his words held hidden meaning and guilt flooded her at the thought of her true intentions.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

I asked with a calm expression. “Do they need a reason to?” he asked with a question, and without waiting for my comeback, he continued, “They are gangsters, of course, they would want to look for the drugs, given the fact that most syndicates depend on such thing to survive.” He added, Shocked, “Really, that’s your conclusion?” I asked him. “Well …” he signed impatiently, “Yes,” “Ugh! Then I guess you’re stupid,” I blurted out,

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

Layla had already gotten used to his disappearances for days, ever since he was a boy. When Bore showed up at his gate almost a decade ago, his grandmother was suspicious. A dark-tinted imported car stopping at their gate caught her attention. When Paco and Bore got out in their fancy clothes, their bodyguards in tow, she thought it might be someone from child protective services or even the government. At that time, Layla was afraid of losing custody of her grandson for any reason, and with him acting the way he did, getting involved in gang fights, she was almost certain that the police or child protective services would come knocking on her door sooner or later. Layla was sweating when sh

“He never jokes about anything, especially threats.” I shrugged, deciding to shove away the discussion and step into the current situation at hand. “Well, that’s the least of my worries right now.” We were at the bar section, waiting for my next target. For seven years, I’d planned my revenge on two men who’d been my recurring nightmares. First, it was Tyrique Sinclair. And the other? The one I was currently waiting for at the strip club was… Declan Hawthorne. Another mafia don. Billionaire. An underground criminal and secret assassin. Even the strongest men were scared to utter his name, and he rarely showed his face except at nights.