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Rebecca was their set and they all graduated but she decided to stay and work in the academy as a teacher who teaches for stamina. "Good job, girl!" I yelled too and she lowered her head and I smirked. I moved closer to her, pat her shoulder twice then walked passed her while she fell in line with Marcus and John. "Benvenuto, Capo." I turned to Booker, the best armed man I've ever met and the shocking part was that my husband and I trained him. His probably the best gift we raised. "Come sei stato, Booker?" I asked him and he lowered his head shortly. "You look fresh, man." I told him and he smiled briefly.

“Yes, sir?” “Do not escalate this beyond internal handling.” A brief pause. “Understood.” She left, closing the door without sound. Marcus Stone did not belong to the mafia organization, not really. He was a workman. Every structure like mine requires them, individuals positioned at specific points in the system where technical skill is necessary but full context is not. They are recruited for competence, and loyalty. Given access to perform function, not to understand the purpose. Marcus handled reconciliation across several of our European subsidiaries.

I didn’t want to call him for backup, but he was the only agent who would defy the rules to get to me in time. Now was the best time to retire, hand in my letter and leave the agency, then come up years later as a special investigator in the private sector. My phone chimed and the short text killed my dreams. Zaverio wanted to meet with me to discuss something important. He never called or sent long messages, anything he wanted to say was in person or nothing. He had also never checked me for tapes or asked if I ever recorded any of our conversations. These questions never came up because Zaverio was a secure man who didn’t need me to bring him down. The news of Alan Spinoza was the biggest

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

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This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”