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He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

he said, and meant, in his own private way, something both terrible and true. Adraino left the room the same way he’d entered many battles: raw, ready to tame this Vancouver Bastard. Yet Gregory carried with him an uneasy triumph. He had negotiated his life from the jaws of ruin and walked away bristling with the kind of power that only survivors could claim. Untouchable, in his head —and in the mafia’s crooked accounting, untouchable did not always mean safe. It only meant you had a few more moves left.

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

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.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.