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The leather was already worn, but it still carried my mother's soft scent. I flipped through the pages, rereading lines that had long been etched into my mind— until a loose sheet fell to the floor. I bent down to pick it up. It was a folded piece of paper, hidden between the pages. The letter I almost read—if Matteo hadn’t walked into the room that night. I opened it carefully. It was a letter. My mother's handwriting. My stomach dropped. “Luigi lied to me. He had a child with another woman. I gave up everything for him—even my life. My heritage. A man in the mafia would never accept a daughter like me back.”

I dug my face in his jet black shirt sinking into his arms and pulling him in a bone crushing hug from the left side. I do belong to a mafia family. I know I am the daughter of mafia king Lucifer Miller, but I am not from the people who can stand blood or the sight of murders. I hate destruction, which is why I hate my father and brother too. "Put the gun down Maria, she is not to be blamed. I know I told you I will help you get revenge for what you had to go through but baby, what will be the difference between us and them?" Max's words affected her, she hung her face silently as though she was wondering something deeply.

“My dad, he was part of this family before me. Then, he married my mom, and here I am!” Oh, God. Adeline is adorable. “I grew up outside of the mafia community, but eventually my dad started introducing me to this life. It kind of feels like the other half of me, if that makes sense. When my dad died, the boss took care of my mom and me, and I’d be forever grateful. If it weren’t for the boss we would have been so lost. I vowed to serve him for the rest of my life.” Seeing Adeline share her story makes my heart ache. Her eyes shine with unshed tears, yet her smile never left her face.

“Give me your number.” He sent Edgar a dozen images of Milli and Charlie. “Don’t call me, don’t contact me, nothing. My dad may be a cop, but my boyfriend grew up in the mafia. We will kill you, cut you into tiny pieces, and bury you in the desert.” Then he walked away toward the church sanctuary.

Chapter 29 Ride For You I started to laugh. What else could I do? Harper was being silly, she spend too much time reading those Mafia romance novels, how else would she be able to think of something so unbelievable? "Come on Harper are you for real? Our dads' father was a part of a Mafia? That's impossible Harper." I say shaking my head.

a whole mafia lord … I want you to stop the securities from following me to school then I will talk to dad … lilo replied What do you mean ? It’s not possible .. it’s fine I will keep begging dad till he accepts … I am only protecting you sweetheart nothing else … you know what happened to our mother ?you see how numb dad is ? Pls lilo ask for something el.. she didn’t even let me finish she walked out on me …. I followed her and was about saying something before I heard my dad talking with lilo. … this girlll

“You're lying!” I screamed. “Oh really?” He tilted his head and I froze. I wasn't sure anymore. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. I had always known papa had secrets. But this? This was a total nightmare. Romano continued nonchalantly like he hadn't just ruined my life. “Your papa kept dangerous company and… let's just say, his high-wire deception caught up with him at your birthday party. The cartel wants the information your papa died protecting and in exchange, they want you.”

he murmured, circling her like a predator. “So ask yourself –why would my son tell you I’m dead” Before she could respond a loud clang echoed through the cell as the lockdown disengaged .The heavy door groaned open revealing a tall, broad shouldered figure silhouetted in the doorway . I could see her freeze. “Marcus” she whispered, There was his son, the spitting image of his mother standing at the doorway, his face a mask of cold fury. His son who sent him to jail for ten years. The son who betrayed him and cost him the only woman he has ever loved.

Both Isadora and Lorenzo froze, eyes wide with shock and something else—guilt. “What did my father do?” Aria demanded. Lorenzo was the first to recover. “Aria, it’s not what you think.” She took a step inside, voice rising. “Then tell me what it is.” Isadora exhaled, her face a mask of pain. “Your father wasn’t just targeted by the mafia. He was the mafia. One of the founding members of the Costa alliance before he disappeared.” Aria’s blood ran cold. “You’re lying.” “We wish we were,” Lorenzo said gently. “But the man you’re looking for—he’s not the innocent father you remember. He made enemies everywhere. Including Rafael Costa.”

The father who taught me how to slice a lemon perfectly, who held me when nightmares attacked - how could that man be what she’d just named? Vivian’s look was almost gentle, the sort of pity people give when they’re watching someone step off a cliff. “Most daughters of crime bosses grow up understanding the family business,” she said. “But Francesco kept you completely in the dark.” “It’s not true,” I whispered, the words thin and useless. I wanted to convince myself more than anyone else. “He is not in the mafia.” Saying it aloud felt like a wish. She laughed and it scraped at whatever calm I’d tried to hold, it annoyed me. “I am in the mafia,” she said flatly, and the admission made the ro