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She grabs her tablet from the chair, taps in a code, pulls up a site. “Look,” she says. I don’t. She angles it toward me anyway. The headline is enough. > **MAFIA WAR OVER POP STAR?** > *Blurry Street Brawl Video Shows Men With Guns, Mystery SUVs, and Luna Valentine* Under it, a pixelated still from someone’s shaky phone video. Me. Rafael. Masked men. A black SUV. The next frame shows a figure half‑ducked behind the vehicle—could be me getting yanked down, could be anyone.

Charlie shook his head and said, “Of course not. He hit my car, but not only did he not pay, but he also threatened to kill me.” After that, Charlie simply imitated Elaine’s style, sat on the curb, and said lightly, “I don't care. I'm going to stay here today and watch how he’s going to kill me! Besides, they all have pistols. If you don't deal with it, I will upload all of this to the internet! Let everyone see how the New York police protect the mafia.” Angus, who was not far away, raised his cell phone and said, “I have already live broadcasted it on the video website! I also asked my friends to record the video, and they will post the video to more video websites later!”

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

I slam the laptop shut. “Are you insane? We can't watch this!” “We need to know exactly what we're up against, Jo.” Ken tries to explain. “You don't understand, this is Mafia business, if we watch this, we're targets for the rest of our lives.” I protest weakly. Ken voices my fears of no redemption from this path, “We are targets. Doing what we did in Moscow sealed the red tags on our backs.” There's no going back now. “That bastard knows your weakness and he's gonna exploit it, so we need anything we can find to take him down,” Mal opens the laptop to reveal a background that resembles a meat house.

" I asked, and I couldn't help the strange feeling, something was wrong somewhere. On hearing my tensed mood and the mention of my father, Festus stepped forward. "Prudence tell me. your father is dead!!!" she cried out, and I didn't know when the phone fell from my hand. . The rest of the day was gloomy for me, ever since the news of my father's death. He was shot. The life of a mafia don. It was inevitable now, that I had to return to Italy. Because Sergio was planning an ugly takeover.

I glance down at my hidden phone, scanning the vitriolic text comments flooding the live stream. A smile of deep satisfaction curves my lips. Perfect. Public sentiment continues fermenting exactly as my mind planned. The higher the mafia elevates Amara’s name right now, the more spectacular his public fall will be tonight.

And no one hurts what is mine. At the moment, Mikhailov and his men survey the extent of havoc they've wrecked on the hall. I have to give him credit though, for being such a criminal Mastermind. For a moment, I was willing to let go of my chronic doubt and mistrust, and actually work with him. But he has only reminded me that in the Mafia, he who trusts is he whom is ready to die. Stiffling my rage, I make use of the soldiers' temporarily distracted state and whip the lid off my smartwatch to place a quick distress call to Ricardo.

and I made your father to took money from the most dreaded mafia. But unfortunately I killed your father before they can, but they took your house and Left you on streets. Do you know why your mother lost her job because of me. I made the manager to kick her out of the restaurant, and they did as I said. Because they didn't want to lose their restaurant. You worked very hard, poor kid but the money wasn't enough. You knew for the remaining money they used your mother dry. Poor soul was raped badly by them. I was the one who gave them the idea of burying your mother in the same place where your father is buried. Isn't that lovely. I got to knew, you watched them burying her, well that's icin

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

I have a mission tonight, and it’s to make sure no other teenagers go through what I had to endure in the hands of King Murder and his minions. “Look at this. It’s a reminder of the reason for our mission tonight.” Grandpa Zach’s gruff voice seeps through the fog that clouds my brain. I look down and my heart tightens painfully at the video currently playing on the iPad in front of me. “Take it, son.” Grandpa urges. I oblige. My fingers gradually mould into tight fists and raw, venomous anger burns at the back of my throat. I hate watching videos like this, but I can’t help it. I need it to remind me of the reason I will never stop hunting the mafia.