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These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

What a fucking sight she was! The confidence she showed and the fire in her eyes—Rosaline Guerra did not have it, but Rose did, and I would have rather had Rose than the tamed sister of the Consigliere of the Vitale Crime Family. She lifted her ass from the counter for me to stride the dress down her legs, along with her lace panties. She did not object, but her eyes slightly widened. My mouth dried up at the sight of her pink pussy, desperate for my attention.

I replied coolly, not turning fully toward him. His lips curved. Not a smile—something sharper. “Emma Volkov.” My heart skipped. “You have the advantage.” “Lucas Moretti,” he said. “Though I suspect you already know the name.” The world tilted. Italian mafia. Enemy. Dangerous. I turned to face him, schooling my expression. “Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the hospitality?” “Oh, I am,” he said softly. “Very much.” Something in his tone sent a chill through me.

“Then why are you leaving when we both hold mutual feelings?-” My brows furrow. “Feelings are easy to shed off with just a little distance, Sasha.” His jaws clench, holding a possessive glint in his grey eyes. “No fucking amount of distance in the world is enough to make you forget about me.” My throat tightened from the possessiveness in his words. “You’re in the freaking mafia, you have blood on your hands.” “It’s just blood, nothing new to the likes of you.” A sense of fear struck me with how nonchalant he spoke about having blood on his hands.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

He hunched forward and cupped the mug with both hands as he stared at me. I took a drink as I kept my eyes focused on him. A more beautiful man I’d never seen. He wasn’t just pretty to the eyes, but rugged and masculine like a cowboy. His criminal roots showed in his cold exterior, but no matter how many crimes he committed or lives he took, nothing could stomp out the light in his eyes. There was still a soul in there, a loneliness that was so deep it was impossible to miss. “Who were you talking to?” He drank his coffee, his expression betraying annoyance at my question.

(Alessandro’s POV) The kiss broke the dam, but the flood that followed was not one of peace. It was a torrent of paranoia and fear. My intelligence network, the best in Chicago, brought me whispers that turned my blood to ice. Dante Falcone, the old Don’s psychopathic heir, was not licking his wounds in exile. He was gathering the most violent dregs of his father's organization, fueled by drugs and a burning, obsessive hatred for me. And his primary obsession, the target of his twisted revenge, was Isabella.

"What don't I understand? Believe me I understand everything." "I've come to realize you didn't know...he never mentioned it, did he? Aiden is a Mafia boss. And if you saw him killing someone or people, just know they're people who had tried to harm you." This didn't make me feel better in the least. I felt worse! I married a Mafia boss with enemies waiting for the right moment to kill me. Like what did I ever do to them? Why can't this just right for once In my life? I won't be surprised to discover he killed his own parents because right now, everything is possible.

“Or should I just fix my hands in—?” He didn't give her room to breathe. He slid his fingers beneath the lace, finding the slick of her flesh. Rissa let out a broken, high pitched gasp, her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as he began to rub against her with a predatory rhythm. “A lot of meat...” he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, possessive satisfaction as he watched her undoing. “So much more than Finn deserves. You’re overflowing for me, aren’t you, boo?”