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After they left the brothel in front of the apartment, he had a security order in what is believed to be the residence of someone who was trying to commit a crime in one of Lord vilante's businesses. In addition to being a mob leader, he also owned a large company that specialized in culinary business, a business that he had set up to cover up his true black business. A few days ago someone came to work at the company and stole the company's money in large quantities, and within days of that incident there was also a group of people who had taken the sharp weapons that Lord vilante had bought from overseas. Investigation turned out that the two men were on the same team. Furious Lord vilante

Liam. He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee. Except he isn’t. He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city. And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

I didn't know that his mafia empire was as serious as I had witnessed. Sure, I knew he ran a powerful drug cartel with some other men in the country; I knew he was a killer; I knew he owned paper companies that were used to launder government money for himself and his politician friends but I didn't read into his information too deep to know he auctioned poor girls off to monsters like himself.

Pain, guilt, regret, shock, hatred, fear and anger are emotions much stronger than love, happiness, relief, gratitude and respect—that was the only lesson I had ever learned from my papa, Danilo Romano, the Underboss of Minneapolis. The first time I had experienced one of those overwhelming emotions was when Papa had announced the news about the Capo of Cosa Nostra Adonis Vitale having a secret wife and a daughter.

"Lucas said his enemy might still be alive. Do you know who that person is? I asked about him last time, but you didn't answer me. Can you tell me who he is now?" "He's the biggest drug lord in the Alassian continent. He owns Quantum Corp and many gambling houses. He's also the mastermind behind heaps of drug trafficking, arms smuggling, and organ trafficking cases. There isn't a sin that he's not committed!" Timothy couldn't stop himself from shuddering in fear at how atrocious that person was.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before walking out of the office, leaving just Savio and me. I brought my gaze to Savio, before I could mutter a word, he lifted both hands in the air. “I swear I know nothing,” A smile cut through my lips. “Sure. You're definitely no fun,” Savio spent the next few hours briefing me on everything that had to do with Zach. In the last two years, he had made a name for himself as the drug lord, using these paper companies as fronts, including Krystal Group. There was enough proof here to ensure Zach stayed behind bars. But that wasn't enough for me. That wouldn't bring back my parents or everything we'd lost all in the name of greed.

he whispered. Shit! I immediately began running, quickly I bolted off into my car with Leo right behind me. I got into the backseat while Leo dashed into the driver's seat and sped off. Leo made some other phone calls while we drove. Rico wasn't supposed to call. It meant only one thing if he ever called. It meant our drugs were being stolen. As a Mafia Lord, selling hard drugs to the streets was just one of the ways I made my money. But of course, I didn't let this known publicly, just my dealer and I knew.

17 The doors groaned open. The inside smelled of wet wood, smoke, and stale whiskey. A dozen men in green-and-black jackets lined the rafters. Irish eyes, cold and calculating, tracked Gregory like rifles. At the center of the warehouse floor stood Ford McCarthy, head of the Irish mafia, the man with a reputation for cutting throats and sealing peace with the same hand. Ford wore no jacket, just a white shirt rolled at the elbows, sleeves wet from the rain. His voice was sharp as he greeted:

she should be severely punished but she was having a class, well, that's a pass for her. I decided to bury my mind into some of the books on my table to deviate it from the bulging strain of my member. From Crime books to business to psychology, name them, I read them all, it's what makes a man — Books. Collective ideas and opinions; I am that man. Since I was Eighteen when my father handed over the Mafia clan to me, I had always been guided by books, learning things from leadership to detecting crimes to understanding minds, science and all that one can think of. I can't be more appreciative of the passion.