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I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- Gate Club Paris I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

Scot says. “You do not understand the power the mafia possesses. Your government knows nothing, they will never be able to protect me. They will hunt me down for years and I do not think I want to live my life constantly looking over my shoulders. What kind of life will that be? No, I will prefer to fight. It will be a more honorable death, after all that is how I was trained.” “You can’t take on the entire mafia.” “What else can I do? Except there is a way for the testimony not to link back to me.”

With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe. Long before making a decision, Lucas knew that Liam was a dangerous man who could kill anyone he wanted, even without reason. Deciding to work with him was the same as putting his life in danger. "I wanna do it because they're useless. I won't kill anyone useful to me." "Is this a warning for me to do something useful for you?" Lucas asked calmly. "You're too brave to be under Rafael's rule, Axton." Liam squinted his eyes, "I feel that you could betray me anytime you want."

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“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you

“Ron's family is very rich, they completely trust me. They will not let me be held responsible before the law. However, do you think you can escape my hands? I will kill you, then I will burn this house, everything will be created into a fire that will burn you to death. No one will know I came here and killed you.” After Nelly said these things, her face became crazy and she was extremely excited, she did not know that all her words and actions were recorded by a small camera hidden behind her behind the bookshelf. The red flashing light is like an omen signaling that Nelly's future life will be horribly tormented by Celine.

“No one here will spill the beans on your presence. We have rules.” I glanced up at him, my eyebrows raised. “Rules?” He smirked. “Remember how I told you about rule number one when we went shopping? Well, this is rule number two: ‘No snitching’.” “What do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against the other attendees. “I mean,” he said, casually draping his arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice you—which they won’t. No offense.”

I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "we understand your concern, but we've worked hard to make this world better." "Better?" he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You call this a better world? We're the fucking mafia!" His voice echoed through the grand hall, silencing the celebratory whispers of the Families. The tension grew palpable, the room feeling suddenly much smaller. "You're going to bring a child into this mess? Have you forgotten the price we've all paid?"

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.