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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.

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.

So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low. I poured scotch into my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned my throat on the way down. Neko walked into the Living room in a Thong and lace bra. “Welcome home Master!” Neko exclaimed in happiness. Nicoli spits out his drink when he saw her and the sight simply made me want to laugh. I watched as Nicoli coughed out all the alcohol he had breathed in when he saw Neko in her ‘Uniform’ or so she called it.

I looked closer and noticed it was a camera. " Yeah. Someone's definitely been here. " Walking into the building I looked around and tried to block the dust from entering my system. There wasn't much on the bottom floor but when I heard a few silent growls, I froze in my spot. Looking over my shoulder, I made eye contact with two rottweilers stalking towards me with an extremely lose piece of rope connected to their collars. They didn't look malnourished, giving me another sign that someone might be His Possession In Discretion - DISCRETION SERIES BOOK #1 - Chapter 38 (p.9 of 9)

Whoever that bastard was, he had a lot of things coming for him and he would regret it sooner or later. ELENA'S P.O.V The night had been short and it's a clear indication that the day was going to be much longer. Carolina had already left for work and as such, I was left alone in the room. Gathering up my files, a particular document caught my eye. It was a profile on Ciro and from all indication, I haven't read this part since I took the case. Having a thorough glance at it, I was amazed to discover that Ciro once spare headed a gang named the skull, who are presumed to be the most deadliest gangsters in the world. I could only imagine how everyone in his gang would act.

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 poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “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 Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.