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He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

The hard blow on the back of Jayda's head made her fall to the floor, groaning in pain. She whimpered painfully and was starting to feel dizzy. Raising her head up to look at the monster, Roland Ernest, a tear rolled down her cheek. Roland was the leader of a mafia group. Jayda's late father had borrowed a huge amount of money from him when he went bankrupt, a few months before he died. He had gotten himself involved in an illegal business deal with them out of hope.

there was silence everywhere, then her tone softened, "how will you feel if we all are killed, Maya? We are talking about Don Damon here." Maya shuddered when she heard the name. Don Damon, the ruthless leader of the Mafia. Her father was a member, the fifth in rank. Maya had seen Don twice when her father threw a party. Don had graced the event. He didn't look like someone to be played with. She looked at Anna's scared face, then up at her mother's, and back down at her father's; he looked like he would have a heart attack any moment from now. She picked up the pen and signed the papers. She pushed it towards her father.

because he's black, so he's a criminal, is that what you trying to portray to him. " have you seen the news, do you know how they behave?, Amanda's Dad asked "oh, hmm, you're right, you're also an Italian, and all of you people are in the mafia, they like gambling and they cheat on their wives." Mrs Carolina McArthur said to her husband.

My pulse quickened. Valerio. He was here. I clutched the lunch box tighter, my heart thudding against my ribs. He might be inside, maybe in a meeting with the owner the one I’d heard whispered about. The man they said was deep in the mafia. The kind of man who ruined lives. Just like the people who destroyed my father’s. The thought made my chest ache, and for a second, I hesitated. What if Valerio was like them? What if I’d been blind this whole time?

This is the biggest news I have ever heard. I couldn't believe what my dad had just told me. Enzo, my soon-to-be fiance, was a mafia boss and a billionaire. It was like something out of a movie. I had always been attracted to his mysterious aura, but I never imagined it went this deep. As the realization sank in, a surge of excitement coursed through me. I was about to marry into wealth and power beyond my wildest dreams. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Being involved with a mafia boss came with its own set of risks and dangers.

I spoke and Adam looked a bit startled. "You were kidnapped because of your dad's being an enemy of Sullivan?" He asked and my brows were raised confusingly at him again. "How---" I paused trying not to give in to the thought that Adam might be part of the mafia, but who am I to believe anyone after being betrayed by my father and my one and only friend, Ricky? "You're a mafia too?" I asked out of the blue. "You could have gotten a clue when I introduced you to some drug addict client in New York," Adam spoke and I was hit differently at the thought that he had once invited me to be part of the mafia, so definitely he was a mafia.

"I am Marcello Colombo. I'm the consigliere of a Mafia gang in New York City and your father is in big trouble." Mafia. What exactly is going on? "You see, Mariana. Your father is no honest man. He stole from my boss and he must pay back for it." This can't be true. Mafia? How can her father be involved in such an illegal business? Just feeling the hard gazes behind her made her hair stand on end. She summoned the courage to ask her father if it was true. "Is that true, Father?" The gag was removed from her father's mouth and he whispered a 'yes'

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls