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Andrea's pov. “ You have one week to pay us back or you submit yourself to be a sex slave for our mafia gang!” He said as tears dripped through my cheeks. I was kneeling before Romano. The leader of the undisputed mafia gang in the city of New York. People hated entering into his trap because it doesn't usually end well. But how would I know that Dad owed him $10 million dollars and even signed me off to them if I couldn't pay.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

It was pathetic. He didn't know I was the daughter of Sicily's most ruthless Godfather. Years ago, I defied my Family. I refused to touch the blood money. I came to North America with nothing, hid my last name, and swore to build my own empire on Wall Street. Then I met Jax. We pulled all-nighters reading financial reports in a shitty apartment, eating discount pizza, fighting the world back-to-back. I used my Family's killer instinct for business to build him from the ground up. I made him Wall Street's golden boy.

“As I’ve said you are bound to get married. A Vazquez-Williams is a must. But before we proceed to the matrimony, Caleb has something to tell you.” Charles' father drank first before speaking, “Since you’re both at the right age, you should know about our family history.” As if on cue, heavily armed men entered the dining area. “The Vazquez and Williams are descendants of the previous mafia—” “Hold it right there.” Charles, on the other hand, dared to answer for his father. “Mafia? Dad, we’re descendants of criminals?”

Ashford POV I could hear the whispers around me, soft and curious. The immigration officers murmured about my marriage, about him—the man who supposedly adored me. They couldn’t understand why I would walk away from someone who loved me so fiercely. I tugged at the corner of my lips, letting a hint of mockery curl there. Back in college, everyone envied the way Dominic Conti loved me. Back then, I was the golden girl of my school’s shooting team. And Dominic Conti was the future heir of a powerful mafia family.

That alone has multiplied our enemies and shrunk our allies. Then there’s the darker business, the one my father built and led long before I took over. The one that unites and shatters our family. The one my mother decided to wash her hands of, pretending she didn’t know what kind of blood paid for her diamonds. My sister still lives in blissful ignorance, running her charities, thinking we’re the good guys. But there’s nothing good about The Seven. America’s deadliest mafia network. A covert alliance of billionaires and bloodlines that rule everything beneath the polished surface of politics and power. Businessmen. Generals. Media tycoons. All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and exp

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

He turned and glared at the other one who was still seated. "Where is my money, little Thawne?" I snapped my eyes back to the Handsome...Did I say handsome? When I left Snow Hill for New York, I found out a secret. On my dead father wanted to hide forever. He had used me as collateral. He borrowed some money from Alexander Tyrone, a man who was known all over the streets and probably the whole world. A Mafia Leader, not just any Mafia. The Italian Mafia as a whole. When he visited me one day, I stabbed him in the leg and ran off with just a measly fifty dollars.

‘I am a Victim. One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the deadliest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.