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He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.” I empty one bottle of wine, effortlessly. Great! I am seated with a gangster. I say, “Alessandro…” His eyes light up when I take his name. I clear my throat and continue, “Alessandro, you are a part of the mafia, what if I die?” He says, “Well, I cannot assure you that you won’t be under attack by marrying me, but you will be safe.” I say, “Screw the attack, I am scared of guns and gunshots, it terrorizes me. Besides, I don’t trust you.” He takes time to think, then says, “Look, Amber..” Not again, the last time he said that my mind took a steep turn in his

“I know what you’re capable of. I know you have no problem cheating if it gets you what you want. To you it’s part of the game. To you, the game also has rules. You’ll abide by the unspoken ones. He will not.” “Pussy,” I said again and bumped his shoulder. Marino always worried. It was his lot in life as it was his father’s. Thursday and Friday passed quickly. Matteo and his crew entered the cafeteria both days with puffed-up chests. Gia watched it all with her large brown eyes. It humored me that she appeared nervous. The best thing for her would be if Matteo took me out of the game completely. Mr. Caleb’s role was to see that didn’t happen. There were always ways around it, though, and we

Alfeo corrected me making me suppress the feeling of excitement that was coursing through me. This was my first Mafia party ever. How could I not be excited? The memories of my vision from before seeped into my head making me smile further. This could finally be my chance of getting close to Draven. But the more I thought about it the more I realized how completely impossible it seemed. Draven, a cold hearted Mafia Don who only looked at me as a hindrance would suddenly do a one eighty today, was a little too farfetched to believe. “What are you thinking?” Diana asked having caught me staring blankly at my pointy black heels that she had lent me for tonight.

“Fuck! What the hell do you want from me, you bastard?!” Jeff smiled slyly. “I just want you to be mine and be mine forever.” “THAT WILL ONLY HAPPEN IN YOUR DREAMS, YOU FUCKING PERVERTED MAFIA!” Cylo was annoyed because, for the second time, the mafia boss had said something crazy to him. “Unfortunately, that dream will soon come true.” Jeff looked Cylo up and down and then whistled seductively. “Uhh... you're so sexy, baby.”

The night’s cool breeze ruffled my hair, but I was lost in my thoughts, my eyes fixed on those two yellow beams glaring back at me. It wasn’t until he turned a corner and was out of sight that I finally raced up to my room, my mind a cacophony of thoughts and emotions. I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t. Back and forth I went across my room, the night’s events playing and replaying in my head. If I agreed to something like this… What would it truly entail? I couldn’t deny the pull of the mate bond, but… Maybe there was some hope there. Hope that this could be clean, that we could get what we wanted and go our separate ways. I could take down the Mafia in this city, regain my title as a la

She stepped forward and filled his glass with Balvenie thirty-year single malt scotch, his favorite. Robbie had become an accountant who was in charge of keeping track of the investment firm's profits and was also the compliance officer, to make sure that Damien did nothing to violate the SEC. "Damien, I warned you about Eastside Crips teaming up with the Cubano Manos. They're trying to corner the distribution of crack cocaine in all of Detroit." "Well, shit, Robbie, you're my derzhatel obshchaka. I was in Tel-Aviv for a month faking nice with the Israelis who can get us an in with distributors in India. You're supposed to take care of shit when I'm not around."

I'm alone in home. Suddenly door opened..... Monster in drunk state came to me... I started to move backwards...... He caught me.... Dropped me on sofa... And started to undress me....... He ripped my dress and in unhook my bra...

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

But apparently that wasn’t all, because little did Dmitri know his day was about to get even worse. He was flipping through the recent reports his men had sent earlier when Dante walked into the hotel bar. The suite had been preserved for just him: a fully equipped bedroom, kitchen and personal bar. Nothing short of what to expect of a mafia Don. “You better have pleasant news.” He didn’t bother turning to face Dante. “We need to find what Damien is up to. I wish he could actually die—really die—this time.” He drowned his glass empty, then turned to meet Dante’s distressed face.

She looked disturbingly calm, like she hadn’t just knocked three guys down. Alex swallowed hard. She was crazy—he could feel it now. Louis curled to the side, barely conscious, but still aware of the chaos around him. The girl stepped forward. Alex backed away slowly, fear creeping into his eyes as he noticed something stitched on the back of her jacket: #5 MMF. “Shit,” he muttered. She smiled. “More like bitch,” she taunted, stepping closer. “You’re one of the MMF fighters?” he asked, horrified. The MMF—Midnight Match Fighters—was an underground casino where people bet on street brawlers.