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*Men fall in love. But when he locked his eyes on her, he never looked away.* CONTENT WARNING & COPYRIGHT CLAIMS This book contains some dark themes including violence, abduction, psychological manipulation, and attempted sexual assault. (18+) Copyright © 2026 by Lakewood All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

I was not in the mood to listen to anyone whining about how much money they had. Frank and I alighted from the SUV. We headed straight for the elevator without looking back. I yearned for Pamela's body tonight and my head was filled with flashes of her body. The ascension to the top was long and it gave me time to think. The Council had to go. I needed to go back and finish the book Father wrote. I was certain that there was a way to destroy the Council. "So what is the plan boss?" Frank asked. "Are your babies nearby?" I asked him.

“There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.” “Why?” “Trafficking, duh! It was like a full-blown Mafia business,” Harley said. “But before these assholes could execute their plan, some men in suits barged in and stormed everyone out of there.” “What men?” She rubbed her nape. “They had guns and this broach over their pockets in the shape of a spade.” Spade? “Why do I feel like I’ve heard about the spade broach before?” “It’s obviously Mafia business, B. It seemed like one gang was interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so decent.” She huffed. “They literally stopped human trafficking.”

"Is that so? Tell me, Claire. Have you had an encounter with a mafia boss before?" "Well..." She shrugged. "Not really. But I've read books." I frowned. "Books?" She peeked at me from under her lashes and sighed. "I know it sounds stupid, but believe me, I've read a lot of books about mafia dons. And trust me, you don't look like one. No offense." "None taken." I chuckled. "But tell me, how do they look in the books you read?" She fiddled with her hands for a moment before answering. "Well, they're mostly Italian or Russian. They're dark and mysterious. They're always with a gun. They have several women..."

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I said picking up the file and opening it, showing her the documents that were inside “and I think that you could use a copy of them” “What do you mean?” “Whatever businesses have been going on between Lorenzo and whoever he’s dealing with; some of them happened here, at Los Angeles. That isn’t something that you as cops allow, the Romanov, or the Volkov families allowed. Therefore, him doing it away from Mafia Safe Grounds wasn’t allowed, legally or not…” “Wait, wait, wait, you’re expecting me to put Lorenzo D’Angelo on a wanted list?” Anastasia asked stopping me. “What better way to stir the cops into moving than this, right?”

C83 – MORAL DILEMMA. The club was almost empty. And at the back, Judge Matthieu Chevalier held his whiskey glass, swirling it calmly before speaking. "My little kitten has already agreed to get it for me," he said, taking a long sip. "Once those ports and trucks are in my hands, they'll be for your boss." The judge had been on the Italian mafia's payroll for years—turning a blind eye to certain "businesses" in exchange for generous sums of money.

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After the portrait of his father was Andres, staring back at me like he was watching my every movement. I stuck out my tongue at the painting and then retracted it, feeling quite foolish Their home had a certain similarity to mine and I wondered if that was how all mafia homes were built. It had very high ceilings and doors leading to other rooms flanking their sides plus the hallway leading to the den. I walked in the direction of the den remembering how I had bumped into Andres in the dark during one of his visits to my home. The door was slightly open and I was pretty sure I could hear noises coming from inside. My devil angel perched on my shoulders once more urging me to go in and take

“There’s a bloodbath down at the docks. They have compromised white shipments. It’s all here, but they might have tainted it.“ Massimo said, waiting for his brother’s response. They were getting bolder, hitting him close to home like this. The mob was his family, and now they started killing his family. But the gravity of what Massimo had just said hit him. His trap had worked. “I’ll be there in a minute.“ He finally said, killing the call.