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The ledger. My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.

Trust works both ways. His words kept echoing in my head. I didn't know why they bothered me so much..Maybe because I wasn't sure I was ready to trust him. Or maybe because a part of me already did. The quiet was broken when someone knocked lightly on the library door. "Come in," I called. Luca stepped inside. "Enjoying the peace and quiet?" he asked. "As much as someone can enjoy living in a mafia fortress." He smirked. "You're adjusting faster than I expected."

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

Next to me, Mag sat perfectly still, her eyes glued to her phone as we waited for Murphy to call and for the rain to stop, or at least ease up a little. Outside the dark windows, the view looked like an expensive painting—Luxe Noir, Dallas's most exclusive nightclub, a palace of glass and black marble illuminated by neon lights that shimmered through the rain. Only people with smelling money, and real power were allowed into this vicinity... and my next target, Blake Luca, was the nightclub's magnate who owned Luxe Noir—a small part of his vast empire. "Hope you know the details?," Mag asked, slightly tilting her head toward me. "You know exactly what to do tonight."

I notice a hint of pride in his voice, and I can't help but wonder how on earth he got involved with them. It was clear he was never the sort to follow rules. I would know. But entirely leaving your pack and joining a criminal gang was a dramatic and unexpected shift, even for him. "And how come a notorious mafia group came to run an entire island without the human government noticing?" I ask. "That's a long story, and I don't know all of it," Tommy says. "But it's an animal sanctuary as well, so no boats are allowed within a few miles of the beach, which in turn keeps it secret. Of course, there's some bribery involved, but it's Maximilian who handles the particulars."

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

I shook my head, “I was just thinking that name sounds like something you'd hear out of a shitty crime movie. What do they call it again? Mafia? Right, like some kind of mafia…” My words trailed off, mind turning blank as I Ricci Family. The Italian surname. The guns and those men. An old money family.The authoritative aura he held as he spoke and looked at me, like he was a leader. His ‘inheritance’. It couldn't be… I kept looking at him, hoping to refute what I said or crack a smile for once at how ridiculous it sounded. He didn't. “It IS the Mafia.” He said, “or…what is left of it at least, and I am supposed to be the head of it. The Don, so to speak.”

Finally it's a wrap with the Mafia's Toxic Obsession. This was my hardest book so far, not only was I new into writing this genre, I also faced lots of personal challenges but I'm glad it's over now. I would like to thank everyone including myself for finding my strength, my awesome friends and my understanding Editor Vera Zaytseva for not being too hard on me. I know I wasn't always there but I'm really grateful for all your patience and I'm thanking everyone that dropped their gems and coins for this book. I will keep feeding you guys with my best works and I love you all so so much! Rhema ca res )3

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.