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The weight of the revelation settled upon her, the realization of the depth of Marcelo's illicit activities sinking in. "Holy hell!" she exclaimed. The sheer audacity of Marcelo's criminal empire was laid bare before her, the stacks of cash serving as a testament to it.

I was quiet, I understood and yet I was not the one that was lost at the age of eight, struggling to survive and then picked up by some random strangers, raised and then sold into a contract marriage to a devilish Mafia king only to be betrayed by someone you love. “Let's go." I said to him and he smiled. “Thank you." He told me stretching out his hand, I took it and he opened the door for me to walk through. " We'll ride in my car." He said leading me to his sleek black car. *** “You don't need to stand there and watch over me, I'm fine I won't commit suicide." I joked but the joke didn't sit well with Wave, it made him angerier and took him on edge.

My mum burst into a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the room, making me feel even more foolish. "Do you really think it’s that easy, Chloe?" she asked, still laughing as if I had told the most ridiculous joke. The laugh didn’t reach her eyes, though. It was a laugh filled with regret and hopelessness. "Anna is not just some helpless girl we can brush aside. She’s the daughter of a notorious mafia boss—the Italian mafia boss, for God’s sake. And her mum? She was a mafia princess, tied to one of the most powerful crime families in Italy. Both families are backing her now." My mum's words hit me like a ton of bricks, each revelation more shocking than the last.

Now, here I was, back pressed against a very expensive-looking door, staring at a man who casually tossed his sweater onto an armchair, only to reveal a black T-shirt that clung to his torso like it was scared of heights. How did I get here? Oh yeah. Whiskey. Betrayal. The undeniable urge to spite my ex and his community-sharing… assets. “You don’t have to do this, Maeve.” Elian’s voice was soft, but that goddamn smirk told me he was hoping I’d do exactly this. My responsible brain screamed at me to leave. To be sensible. To not let a man with the bone structure of a Marvel villain and a voice like melted chocolate ruin what little dignity I had left.

What was all these? He gets up and my eyes lock on him. I’m too scared to take them off. It’s like he would behead me once I look away. Like a predator hunting for its prey. His agile movement comes towards me. One step after another pristine step. Ethan lets go of me as his father approaches us. Ethan’s father is a fucking mafia don. Jesus Christ. I guessed he wasn’t a lawful citizen but this is too much. The freaking mafia. HELL NO I didn’t sign up for this!!

The one I never told Jonathan about—because I didn’t trust him not to go full savior-mode and escalate it into something dangerous. And I was right not to. Turns out my dad didn’t just borrow from some leg-breaker with a gold chain and a temper. No. My father went to the mafia. While I was overseas, there’d been a shift in their ranks. Mr. Bianci, the old man who treated me with leniency—probably because I reminded him of his granddaughter—“retired.” Enter Rossi.

"To what we build next." Outside, the city glittered. Somewhere, Vincent Moretti sat in a federal prison, his empire ash, his legacy reduced to a son who would never bear his name. Vanessa had disappeared into the tabloid circuit, selling her story to anyone who'd pay. Elena Moretti was raising her grandson in Westchester, telling anyone who'd listen that the child was her second chance. And I was here. Alive. Whole. With ten percent of a capital firm, a plan to rebuild my family's name, and a partner who saw me as an equal.

“What’s going on? You shot me… for her?” Raymond turned his head slowly, his gaze lethal. “And I’ll do it again if you lay your hands on her ever again.” His voice rose, booming across the silent ballroom. “I’ll kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her.”The entire room trembled. People nodded frantically, heads bowed, too terrified to speak. The power radiating from Raymond was absolute. In this moment, he wasn’t just Daniel’s father. He was the dangerous mafia leader I had only glimpsed before. And he had just claimed me in front of everyone.

After Calix left, he travelled his eyes once again towards that same exact door. His new maid….her mere thoughts had already started amusing him. For the very first time in his life, he was so eager to know about someone so much. What kind of a mess his new maid was? The mafia don was more than curious to know about this. ……….. In the evening, Luka was reading some papers in his office. For the world, he was a powerfully successful business tycoon, who owned a billions worth business, but many were already aware of his underworld work and how cruel of a mobster boss he was.

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."