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I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

Lea startled with furrowed eyes and if I'm not wrong I think she's hiding something from me. "Before leaving from France my father told me if ever I need some help, call Mr. Damon," I utter. "But what do you need?" Lea asked me, "we can give you anything just tell us," her face overwhelmed with worried expression. "No, that's not the matter, actually before coming to Sicily I found a strange information about my dad, it was documents in which was written that my father is a mafia and his actual name is Mr. Trinidad that's why I think maybe I should talk with Mr. Damon he might help me,"

"Your brother will be alright. He's one of mine, and I take care of my own." Bella's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Lance was the Boss of the Evergreen Mafia, one of the most powerful and feared organizations in Little Italy. She had heard of him, of course, but she had never expected to meet him, let alone have him save her life. As they walked out of the alleyway together, Bella couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that her brother's involvement with the Mafia was dangerous, and she feared for his safety. But as she looked up at Lance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction towards him. He was a powerful and mysterious man, and she couldn't deny the pull

“Well, that’s true… but I was wondering if you would be open to hearing a proposal I have put together?" He rested his hand on his protruding belly, his eyes boring into mine. "Fine. Let's hear it." I took a deep breath, fighting the nerves settling in my stomach. "Word on the street is that two rival mafia gangs, ‘The Brooklyn Blood Brothers’ and ‘The Blood Kings’, are fighting to control New York. Now, the—" "Wait!” Mr. Jeffers cut in. “The Brooklyn Blood Brothers and The Blood Kings? Gwen, are you listening to yourself right now?" He laughed, shaking his head.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

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