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They both gave me curt nods—sharp, controlled, professional. “Your girl saved my girlfriend and the other women from being sold,” Giovanni—the Russian Mafia Leader himself—said with a grin that actually looked impressed. “I owe you, Ace. Tell me—how can I repay this favor?” I shrugged a little. “Let’s go to my place and talk, yes?” He nodded, understanding exactly what I meant: Talk somewhere safe. Somewhere private. Somewhere not filled with idiots who think auctioning mafia women is a good idea. We regrouped quickly. Alexia and Arielle were untied within seconds, and in a coordinated sweep, everyone was escorted out without drawing further attention.

With a headline that read, 'ITALY'S MOST DREADED CAPO' No fucking way. Jason became a Mafia? THE END. This is the end of Hara and Ryder's story. Book 2 will be out soon and its title is - ONCE A BETA, NOW A MAFIA. We get to see a world where Jason is the boss. * Thank you so much to my wonderful readers for coming through for me. Thank you so much for your comments that never cease to put a smile on my face. Thank you so much for sticking with me.

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

It was that low gravelly voice that, at once both reassuring and unnervingly unfriendly, spoke with an undeniable authority. Silence spread across the other end of the line as Arnulfo sensed wheels turning inside Vito's head. Vito was the capo di tutti capi of the rival mafia outfit that boasted influence and outreach all over the city. They'd met before, but in no way that required them to become this close. Arnulfo knew that asking for help from a man like Vito was dangerous-but desperate times called for desperate measures. "I am listening," Vito said flatly, his voice indifferent, but interested.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

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Just don't let him go back into the darkness alone. So when he found Cynthia, every time he saw blood on his hands, he would rush back to the villa and bury himself deep inside Cynthia's body. Like an addict, he was addicted to Cynthia's presence. Making love, cuddling, and kissing and even her hatred were the most important and only things in his life anymore. .... But this time something went wrong, something completely different from the previous skirmishes-they found a mole. The reason was that Warrington Hills was investigated and Bishop was trading contraband on his turf, which almost got busted, but luckily was eventually prevented by Carlo's men.

Instantly, the man's helmets was destroyed with his face to his head damaged beyond repair. The two armored men rushing forward into the kitchen shooting and spraying bullets into the kitchen however theirs eye widened when the saw a clawed wolf hand swing in such frightening speed right in front of their faces scratching their eyes out. Marilyn swiftly swings her clawed wolf hand like a cat left and right detaching the head of the two armor men standing at the front door leading to the palour. The remaining five men inside the palour shook in fear when they saw the horrifying way an armor man falls to the parlor floor with torrents of blood splashing with his head rolling on the floor witho

“It’s just hours, Dante. I will be back in no time.” “I want every minute spent with you. How do you think I will cope without you for hours? Maybe I will be dead by then,” he whined. I laughed. Seeing the ruthless mafia lord whining like a child was something I was supposed to document. “This is some cash in case you need to get anything,” he said while he watched me leave and the guards trail far behind me. Just when I was about to turn a corner that led to the class, I collided with someone. I must have been lost in my fantasy that I didn’t look the way.

"Yes, you and Miguel are very similar, and you are both in the same organization. What will the head of the Mafia do to you or Miguel if he finds out about this? Fabian, I worry about this kind of war. I'm afraid... I'm scared, and I don't want any more blood to fall on the floor. Too many people die because of pride and revenge.” While I'm drinking the last of my coffee, there's a sudden silence at the table, and he just looks at me without saying anything. Then, when I got up, he took my hand and asked, "Are you going somewhere today? Why not go shopping, get your hair done, and treat yourself?" "I don't know," I shake my head. " I don't feel right going shopping and thinking—" "Shh, don'