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As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.

I had to look strong, even if I was falling apart inside. “If this is about a debt, send me a bill. I don’t need thugs breaking down my door.” A flicker of amusement passed over Marco’s face, though his lips barely moved. “Miss, it’s not that simple. Your father diverted millions from my family. Money we need to recover. And you, with your… talent for numbers, are going to help us.” “And if I refuse?” I lifted my chin, though my pulse was racing. I’d heard rumors about the Vallardis—about bodies turning up in the Hudson River.

Orange juice for Kanaya and red wine for himself. "Kanaya, is it fun to be married to a cruel mafia boss like Lucas?" Kanaya was a little surprised by Jason's question. "Mr. Lucas isn't a cruel mafia boss, he's a good man." Kanaya sipped her orange juice to get rid of her surprise. A crooked smile appeared on the corner of Jason's lips. "I already know everything about Lucas. He's been my mom's business partner for a long time, and do you think this event is just the opening of my mom's new restaurant?"

“You mean other business or unfinished obsession?” I let go and sighed. “You know the Roosevelt Group, the Italian mafia syndicate?” Alex frowned. “Yeah. What about them?” “Their Godfather died last night,” I said flatly. “His son, Theodore Roosevelt, has inherited the title.” Alex typed something quickly on his tablet. “Right… and rumor has it, he’s the ex-boyfriend of Chairman Mark Chris’s daughter.” My hand froze. “Ex-boyfriend?” I repeated, almost laughing. “So my so-called wife had a past relationship with a mafia heir. No wonder her father wanted her married off fast.”

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

* Laura had called Luciano’s mother, Francesca Mancini, desperately begging to meet, and Francesca calmly told her to just meet her at dinner. Francesca was the only daughter of the old Italian Don, which made Luciano the heir to everything. Years ago, Francesca had run off to marry a poor man she fell in love with against her father’s wishes, but she couldn't hack the poverty. She didn't even last five years before she abandoned her husband and that life, crawling back to the mafia royalty she’d left behind. That move ruined Luciano. It took a happy, energetic boy and twisted him into a cold, heartless monster—a man who lived up to his brutal title.

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

It was late in the evening when I finally got the call I'd been expecting all day. "Mother, how are you? How's Manila? Usually, you only call to talk about the company stock," I said to her. It's not that I didn't love my mother; it's just that she could be a little much. As the daughter of a mafia don, she'd been exposed to the underworld ever since she was a kid. While she might've married my dad and gotten out, it was those ties of hers that allowed me to climb so high in such a short period of time.

My heart beats so fast I’m sure he can hear it. “I know you want this as much as I do, Sofia. We shouldn’t, but we can’t resist.” Fuck. He’s right, but I don’t want to admit it. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” I say suddenly, as if keeping the secret were more urgent than breathing itself. “Why?” he asks, his voice dripping with provocation. “Because…” I take a deep breath, my throat dry, “…my life would be over if they knew I slept with the mafia boss… and my ex’s father.”