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"Why do you know this? Did you watch this drama too?" Asher rolled his eyes lazily. Rotating his eyeballs, he replied, "How could I not know? During Ciara's pregnancy, Chava watched this drama every day. Even though she knew the storyline was sad, she kept rewatching it. Not to mention 'The Legend of the Blue Sea,' and 'Vincenzo.' But the most dangerous was when she watched 'The World of the Married.'" This time, Aurora looked puzzled. Why did her brother say that drama was dangerous?

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

He looked through the binoculars again and searched for security cameras and they were all around the place he breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that he had listened to his heart and pulled over at a far distance to first survey the surroundings. Katherine, what business do you have with people that are five times wealthier than your parents? He took out his laptop from his backpack and turned it on, glancing at the address, he inputted it and searched it, but there was nothing found. He blinked, confused and puzzled at first. "How is it possible that such a place existed but can't be found on the internet..." He stopped talking to himself when his cell phone suddenly buzzed with a message.

Julian opens his eyes and types before he can hate himself out of it. “Parking level beneath my building. West exit. Ten minutes. Do not come upstairs.” He stares at the message for several seconds. Then he sends it. The west exit is not private enough to be safe for lies, but not public enough to keep desire harmless. That is why Julian chooses it. There are security cameras in the corners, residents coming and going, fluorescent lights that make everything look too pale and too honest. It is a place where two men can talk without pretending they are in a hotel lounge or an office meeting, but it is also a place where a mistake could still be seen.

The clock ticked toward the quarter of the hour. Dammit. A string of curses flew past my lips as I grabbed my jacket with one hand and dialed my assistant with the other on my way out the door. “There’s an emergency in New York. Call the Santeri team and have them meet me in the hotel conference room in thirty minutes. Tell them the rest of their stay is on the Russo Group and send Franco the limited-edition Lohman & Sons watch as an apology. The one that’s not coming out until next year.”

She reached for the takeaway cups as the cashier called their order. Their fingers brushed. Both instinctively pulled away. Neither mentioned it. Outside, the silver SUV drove away without stopping. Roman watched until it disappeared. He still wasn't sure whether it meant anything. Sometimes danger announced itself. Sometimes it blended into ordinary life. That uncertainty was the hardest part. --- Meanwhile... Damien and Clara had already crossed into Manhattan. The city skyline rose before them, familiar and imposing. Neither spoke until Damien parked inside the underground garage of an old office building in Midtown.

57. Black Shades And Grey. Whatever Arrow expected, it was not this club in front of him. He rubbed his neck and groaned. A fourteen hour drive from New York only to find a night club at address 255-769-02? "What's the use of keeping a night club coded on your phone? That Dizon Fortaleza was a psycho," beside him, one of his men said, also disappointed. A warehouse or safehouse maybe. Probably some other significant building but certainly not a club.

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

“I told you that if I’d wanted to turn you in, I would have a long time ago” “You have to find a way to get out of here so you can take care of your baby Mae”. Mae’s heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear. If Damian knows everything about her, who else does? Who else that is loyal to their boss? "I know what is going on in your head, no one else knows anything about you." Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again.

11 "Hello Anastasia," he said so calmly. "Who are you?" I asked my patience thinning by the minute "Patience Anastasia, didn't I tell you that?" "I don't care anymore, Who are you! Which gang boss are you?! I want answers and I want them NOW!" I yelled "Sure, as you wish . . . Have you heard of 'Phoenix' Anastasia?" 6 "Yes of course, who hasn't? They are one of the strongest mafias all around the world,"