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“You know, I've been to Italy a few times. Most of my business partners are there. Half the Packs, too.” His gaze darkened, like my question stirred memories. Who would have thought that he understands Italian? It has never crossed my mind. My favourite author Marietta, was a werewolf who has her roots in Italy and from the way she talks about her place, I've wanted to go there too. I was about to ask him another question, but his phone rang again. He didn't pick up the first time. He got down from the bed and made his way towards the window and I used that opportunity to admire him. He keeps surprising me all the time.

ROBYN “Your first time in Italy, too?” Spade asked Piper. One thing I liked about Spade, he didn’t keep me all to himself. He allowed me to be with my best friend. I guessed he was right. He only kept good people for me, but what he did was still wrong. I couldn’t let this one go. “Yes, and I’m liking it already,” she said as we rode through the streets of Sicily. “Wait until you taste the authentic Italian cuisine,” I teased her. She was sitting behind me and Spade.

Italy… Eric's pov As we landed in Italy, the thought hit me before I could stop it—Janessa used to talk about this place back when we were in high school. I still remember that afternoon, sunlight pouring through the classroom windows, dust drifting lazily in the air. She leaned over her desk, resting her chin in her hand, her voice soft but excited while the teacher kept teaching us about the history of italy. “Eric… I want to go to Italy one day too. They say it’s the city of love like Paris.”

As I get closer I realize who it is and run over to them. I put Rose down to play before I wrap my arms around the woman's neck. "Oh my goodness! I've missed you so much Scarlett!" She hugs me back and squeezes me too tight. "I've missed you so much Dani!" She responds. "How is Italy? Is it still amazing?" "Can't...breath," I strangle out and she instantly lets go, muttering a sorry as she does so. "Thanks. Anyway it's amazing. Rose really loves it and I've gotten to know a lot of people. I have a feeling it will always be amazing."

Hence this quick trip. Another continent. Another city. Uncharted territory to me, but, I just couldn't bear the thought of passing up the chance to finally meet the man in person and figure out why Niccolo sent me those records. Even if it would involve a casket and some mafia muscle I couldn't do without, I would do anything to find the man. The Tomassinis... Their clan might just be the biggest of mafia families in Europe today. Otherwise, Miles wouldn't bang on about me staying away from Enzo and his mysterious, influential Italian family.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

"And with ingredients that are fresh and local. It makes all the difference." We ate in comfortable silence for a while, occasionally offering each other bites of our respective dishes, sipping our wine, and watching the street outside the window where locals went about their daily business. "You know," I said, taking another sip of wine, "I never really understood the appeal of Italy before this. I thought it was just hype, you know? Everyone talks about how magical and romantic it is, and I thought it was probably exaggerated." "And now?" Alessio asked. "Now I get it," I admitted. "It really is magical. The food, the scenery, the history, the way people live here - it's all... it's special

“I could have rolled over and died, right there, on the Italian white marble floor.” “You’ve really lived quite the life,” Gabriel commented. There was a tinge of envy in his voice. Not that Gabriel didn’t have a good life. He was a successful and respected Alpha. But there was something about Alfred and all his travels. He’d been places. Really BEEN places. Seen the world, had adventures. Gabriel had never strayed far from the forest and his beloved Stormfang pack. “I want to see Italy,” Amelia said wistfully, leaning back in her chair. “The art. The ocean. The wine.”

As we stand outside the airport waiting for a bus, Gabe taps my shoulder, his eyes focusing on a spiky haired young looking man. "Hmmm! He's tasty," he eyes him up and down before spotting a muscular blond guy walking behind him. "Oh my, he's pretty delicious too!" I smirk at him. "I take it you're here to enjoy the beautiful landmarks and scenery?" He keeps his vision focused gorgeous men walking around. "Well I have plenty to admire, don't I? I think we're going to have a lot of fun here. Don't you think?" I think so. Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

"Yes. A powerful Mafia family here in Italy. No one really knows much about their operations, but rumors are always flying here and there. It is rumored that they own most of the clubs, restaurants, and casinos in the country too. It's quite crazy." "Wow." I mean, it wasn't my first time hearing of mafias in books and movies, but in real life, it definitely was, and it felt kind of surreal. The thought of killing someone or selling drugs to people while a handsome young leader directed the whole operation just felt a lot more like fantasy than real life to me. "We should probably get going. The club opens around 11 p.m." "Okay, that's crazy. I thought most clubs open up early."