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he yelled from the sitting room. I took one of the beers and placed it inside my puffer jacket before closing it and opening the defreeze and taking out the 100% Apple juice. “So, tell me why are you here Rin?” he asked as he turned up the volume of the television. I took a seat at the couch opposite him with my eyes on him. “You know Siren everything I do I actually do it for a greater course” he began as he took a sip on his beer. “That great course is keeping you and your family

How arrogant. “Stai zitta! Sofia (Quiet! Sofia!),” It was a deep, husky voice that snapped velvet blondie. Everyone stopped chewing and using their hands. They looked at the old man—that I considered Luciano’s father. Suddenly, I heard a heavy breath beside me, I turned around to find Luciano painted in furious red, it was like smoke would emit out of his ears. Maybe, blondie triggered something in him that I wished to know but cursed my existence for not speaking Italian.

He is very good when it comes to blackmailing. “What is it, Marina? Who was that on the phone?” Sly stood up from the bed and asked. “It was Silva” “The same Silva? As in Silva the Don?” “Yes” “What did he want?” “To attend a party and watch someone” “Is that all he needs?” “I hope so. I do not intend to kill anyone tonight”

He didn't say a word. And somehow, that silence comforted her more than anything else could. ********** Later that night.. When Silvio arrived home, he didn't stop in the hallway or remove his wet coat. He went straight to the study, slamming the door shut behind him. He headed straight for the liquor cabinet tucked into the corner, opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of aged whiskey-one he usually reserved for celebration or war. Tonight, it felt like both. He poured a generous amount into a crystal glass, brought it to his lips, and downed it in one long swallow. The burn did nothing to numb the ache tearing through his chest.

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the desk. "You have two choices. You sign the port over to me today, and I allow you to keep your luxury penthouse, your mistresses, and your breath. Or, you refuse, and by midnight, my men will dump your headless torso into the very river you’re trying so hard to protect. Your territories will become mine anyway. I am offering you the luxury of survival. Do not insult my generosity." Silvio’s face went entirely pale. He looked toward the door, where Adrian stood with his arms crossed, his face emotionless. There was no help coming.

With just one glance, her face turned deathly pale. That familiar black Porsche Panamera was parked right outside. The door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out. Benjamin took off his sunglasses and tossed them into the car. He adjusted his custom three-piece suit and slowly looked up at the shop's sign. "Yvonne's Diner," Benjamin murmured to himself, "Is the store named after her sister?" He knew Yvonne's death was one of the deepest pains in Nissa's life. His eyes dimmed for a moment.

Whispers broke out immediately, but it was Silvio Mancini who spoke aloud, his tone laced with derision. “So, it’s true,” Silvio drawled, leaning forward with a smug grin. “You’re talking about that woman you bought, aren’t you? What’s her name—Selena?” He chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’d make a fine mistress, I’ll give you that. Perfect for warming your bed. But a Rosso bride? Come on, Adrian. Let’s be serious. She’s not fit to—” Before Silvio could finish, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the room. Silvio’s hand flew to the table, blood pooling beneath it as he screamed in agony. Adrian lowered his pistol with a calm that was far more terrifying than rage.

Silvana immediately bit her lip and tilted her head back in restless pleasure. “You’re so wet, Silvana. It seems you’re more than ready,” Sir Leon commented, his voice soft and gentle. Silvana opened her eyes to look at him. “You know exactly whose fault that is,” she replied. Sir Leon merely smirked. “I’m glad I could make you this hot.” Only a few seconds passed before his fingers pressed against her again. Now both of them were working, completely filling her. He stroked the spot Silvana loved most with practiced precision, while his other fingers moved inside her in a steady rhythm.

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Chapter 70. The entire hall became so silent. Everyone had their eyes on Greg and it wasn't looking so nice for him. Ava knew she had made the right decision to make that recording back at the office. "Hey, give me that." Lily hissed and tried to grab the phone from her hand. Just then, Mr. Silver appeared beside Ava and stopped Lily's hands from touching his woman. "Don't you ever dare touch my woman ever again." He warned with blazing fire in his eyes.