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Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

With all the information I’d taken in, I felt like my head was going to explode. I’d made a list of movies and tv shows I wanted to watch that would tell me all about the mafia. The first one my list was The Godfather trilogy, and then I also wanted to rewatch the Power series and Ozark. Last time I watched Power, I wasn’t really paying attention. I only watched it because I thought Omari Hardwick was hot. But now, I needed all the help I could get.

Winter completed my question, "Participate? We are Mafia's Livia. Our m.o. is to do things outside the norms of society. We are organized, societal delinquents. Still, if you're asking if he human trafficks, then no. Crimson Clan is one of the few who don't. But since he is the Mafia King, he has to attend but doesn't participate during the auction segment." I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding and asked, "He's the Mafia king. Can't he like do something about it?" Scarlett chuckled. "It's a lot more complex than you think, but he created rules that, if broken, can be punishable by death. There is something only you can do to give him the ultimate power." "Me?" I asked, pointi

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Michal’s POV It’s been a few weeks since Sabrina lost her parents and the funeral took place. I feel like crap leaving her right now because it feels too soon. But I know the mafia life and unfortunately in a lot of ways it comes first. I know that may sound horrible to some people but what you guys don’t understand is that committing to the mafia and taking care of business is how you keep your family safe and out of harm's way. Like now for instance we are on another mission.

A big gush of his cum poured from my used hole onto the couch. Marco zipped up and looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Clean yourself up. Tomorrow night we bring you to the club. The whole crew gets a turn. And if you’re good… maybe we’ll even let your father watch how you’re paying his debt.” He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. “Welcome to the family business, slut. Your body is the payment now.” I lay there on the couch, legs still spread, mafia cum leaking from my freshly fucked pussy, heart racing with fear and filthy excitement.

I watch him shaking his head in the corner of my eye as he carefully approaches me. "I despise being here; I loathe belonging to anyone, least of all the fucking Mafia!" I sob uncontrollably, shaking my head as my gaze darts between Trent's arrogant face and the Irish leaders' son. "Pull the trigger, Mila." Trent entices me with the rubbing of his hands. I close my eyes, utter a final prayer, and pull the trigger. Nothing,

The warmth of the night before seemed like a distant dream now, replaced by a cold, harsh reality. Just then, her phone suddenly rang. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of suspicion creeping in. She answered the call, her voice shaky. "Hello?" "Miss Claire," the deep, familiar voice of Big John, the hefty man came through the line. "I trust you have had time to consider Don Lucas’ proposal." “Don? Am I dealing with the mafia?” Claire thought in fear. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. "Y-yes, I have."

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."