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she said looking towards him smiling “ Don’t mention it “ he said looking towards her smiling back “ Can we be friends? “ she asked without thinking even once that she is asking for friendship with the biggest criminal. “ Yes “ he replied and stretched his hand in front of her to shake hands. They both shake hands and now they are friends She said to herself “ What did I do? Why did I ask him to be friends with me after all he is the biggest criminal ? But it’s not bad being friends with him after all now nobody will mess with me “ she said and then laughed to herself

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If it meant saving his hide, I’d sell my soul, without second thought. Only--- “The bad-guy-vibe?” Grace snorted, still not a believer in ‘The Gut’-feeling, and I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Erm, newsflash! They all got that going for them!” “You know what I mean!” I said, just avoiding telling her that my ‘gut’-feeling was telling me, that they weren’t bad guys! “Ok, get this,” I said, picking up a random member. “Old-Man is married, has been for 35 years, has 3 grown kids and 5 grandchildren.” I put the paper down again. “How on earth does that translate into criminal mastermind?”

🥀 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🖤 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 6 Fiona snucked back into her room successfully without being noticed. She laid on the bed smiling brightly Her smile expended and soon she bursted out laughing. She rolled from one end of the bed to another not minding the fact how dusty and dirty she is Her ankles and shoulder were bleeding but she never noticed The happiness surging through her was more than enough.

She pressed. "That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task." "Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.

After Mathew finally decided to leave, I made myself dinner. I took my food to the sitting room putting on my laptop I turned to N*****x to find something interesting to watch, I choose the movie called "the unforgivable," a story about a woman who got released from prison after a long time for a crime she committed, but is rejected by society because of her past, reading the short intro I kinda compared her with myself, only that she committed a crime against a society whereas I committed a crime against the mafia Don, but what makes us similar is that those we offended have decided to see our crimes as "the unforgivable,".....how ironic.

Sherlock winked at Bill and was about to go back to the girl in the bedroom lying unconscious when he heard a flash news on the TV. The reporter asked the special investigation officer Cara Knights, "madam, day by day violence is spreading in our country like wildfire. There is a talk that some very powerful mafia is behind all this catastrophe. What is your response to this? Why are the cops not able to trace this culprit behind the serial blasts because of whom there is such a huge human loss. Also women violence is on a surge. Many girls are forcefully turned as sex workers but nobody is able to trace the criminal behind this injustice."

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

It's not a simple thing to do. “What penalties do they give women who misbehave?” I asked curiously. “I'm sure my father does horribly, so be honest with me.” “There are three big crimes that a woman is not forgiven for within the mafia: betrayal, child abuse, and theft,” Alessandro said calmly. “In all of them, women are killed. The other crimes can be managed depending on the situation, but broadly speaking, it's those three that earn you a firing squad.” I swallowed my soup hard.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.