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“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

DEAREST GENTLE READERS, Firstly, thank you so much for choosing Luciano’s Forbidden Desire. I need you to know that your choice to embark on this journey with me means so much. And if you're coming from the previous book in the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, which is—THE MAFIA’S WILLING PREY, then I need you to know that you're right on track, because the ride here is just about to become much more intense.

He always lies. He used to be someone. A capo in the Diavoli. Feared, respected. Men lowered their eyes when they spoke his name. He was supposed to be next in line for underboss. Then came the drinking. The losses. The debts. When Mama got sick, everything collapsed. He gambled more, begged for loans from men who smile as they sharpen their knives. Eventually, even the mafia washed their hands of him. And now… now his debt is mine. I check my phone, thumb trembling on the cracked screen. I’m already late.

How did I end up here? From keeping the side of a dangerous mafia lord for three years, to work for a mafia boss as a prey. I wanted to step back, to run, to vanish back into the safety of the world I knew. Victor, the calm, collected man before me—was the same man who had almost killed me once, yet now he spoke as if nothing had happened. And he wasn’t even mentioning Adrian. Not once. Only work. Like we didn't have a history. “Are you in?” he interrupted. His tone left no room for hesitation. Sharp. Precise. Almost terrifyingly calm.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

We all had our own individual interests; drugs, money laundering, fuel siphoning, black market operations, hitmen, The three C's were the distributors of illegal machinery and tech. And I had my gem and precious metals. That is how we became the circle of seven. We all offered something different so we didn't butt heads for competition. Instead, we helped each other put down the competition. But even though we were allies we could still turn on each other. The saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer had great meaning in this business. There was no room to breathe and only a select few people you could trust.

Lyra shared her point of view. Paul was just listening to her without inferring. "By chance, Liam has made his plan successful?" Lyra asked. "Does he snatch the mafia seat from Aaron?" "How's Aaron?" "My baby, how is Damon?" She questioned him one after another. "Tell me, Paul, how is my family?" Lyra asked, grabbing his shoulders. "No, Liam hasn't yet taken the mafia seat from Aaron; still, Aaron is the king of the Italy mafia." Paul revealed the information.

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."

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"