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Sophia's heart quickened with excitement as she reached for the nearest folder, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The first folder she opened was labeled "Venillia Family," and as she leafed through its contents, her eyes widened in astonishment. The documents detailed a complex web of connections, linking Sandro's father and Kyle's father to the same Mafia family. It seemed that Sandro's father had once been deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, but had since left the Mafia to pursue legitimate business ventures in the United States.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

I dropped the file onto the coffee table in front of her and crossed my arms. “What’s this?” she demanded. “See for yourself.” She hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and the file before cautiously picking it up. As she flipped through the pages, her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally, to a simmering rage. “Your father,” I began, my voice low, “was in the Mafia, just like me. But he wasn’t like the rest of us. He wasn’t dangerous. He only joined to protect his business. At first, he aligned with a rival group, but when they tried to sabotage him, he came to me. I offered him protection in exchange for his loyalty, and he swore allegiance to my organization.”

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

, the maid asked me politely. "No. I will have it when Rain and Amber wake up.", I told her as I concentrated on my newspaper. I looked at the newspaper to see my face with Amber and Rain in it with the headline 'Who is the mystery girl and child with the billionaire Damien Black?' I ignored the news and read the newspaper further. Now if I think I have reached very far. Yes I inherited the mafia business from my father but the multi-billion dollar company was made by me from scratch and I have worked hard to became the mafia king.

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

I walked out. Ever since I was a kid I had known about the mafia and I started getting trained since I was 16 by a guy I met during my childhood. I always went there after work which was always very tiresome for me cuz I also had to deal with my dad's beating after that. I've never been out if control except when I let my emotions get to me; especially my anger. I never wanted to expose this part of me but Theodore Black brought it out and I hope he knows a way to put this part of me back where it came from because I don't think she's going back anytime soon.

But the space beside him, where my groom should be, was empty. I swear I saw confusion on his face when my grandfather and I stopped before him. " Where is the groom?" The man asked, a hint of concern in his voice. " He'll be here," I said, my voice confident. But a sliver of doubt began to creep in. What if Mikhail didn't come? What if my text message seemed too suspicious and he decided not to show up? Or what of he got an emergency at his line and work and cancelled my request all together? After all, the Mafia world was full of emergencies, I had observed that already.

My mouth stayed in his ear the whole time. “You know? My father was a mafia lord,” I rasped between thrusts, the words spilling out like poison I’d held too long. “He built an empire on blood and power. When he caught me with a boy at sixteen, he didn’t just punish me. He locked me in a room for weeks. Beat me. Treated me like a scapegoat and my mum couldn’t even help. Everyone feared my father, no one dared to question him. He ran the streets of Philadelphia, even though I had to leave the family business to pursue my dreams, I still can’t deny that his dirty money made me.”