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I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

At least that was what I had been telling myself all these years, but now it just seemed like I was the real problem she had in her life. “The last man you declared your love for wanted to use you for your money and body. So sorry for keeping you away from that creep.” Pietro sighed from my side because he had known about that bastard as well. I added, “Now coming to what you said about being bartered away for some baseless alliance. No one knows how it feels to be in that situation better than me.” I had no say when Pa had blatantly declared my marriage to Fabiola without asking me when I had been grieving the death of my fiancée. He had not asked me about Bella either, but at least, in her

He reminded himself he could not be sidetracked from his purpose. “Ms. Baxter, let me tell you one thing. Don Marco and his family operate one of the biggest MAFIA groups in the country. If we can take them down, we could potentially help the innocent from becoming their victims.” “As you guessed, they run a prostitution den. They guise it as charity events, but however you look at it, it was illegal and a crime.” “I am sure you would like to help others, Ms. Baxter?” “Are you hearing yourself?” Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one.

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

he began slowly, “It seems I've started off on a wrong foot, but my proposal will be worth your time.” This bastard was WASTING my time. “Fivefourthreetwo—” “It would be a marriage of convenience.” he cut in louder before I could finish my countdown. “I need a fake wife for six months on paper. In return I'll give you ten million.” My mind fizzled out, all thoughts of mustering the courage to whack him suspended. Ten million? Ten. Million. Those two words cycled through interchangeably.

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“It’s our obligation to serve the Corsican Mafia, it’s the life we were fucking born into, the life we were born to lead. It’s not fair for you to say all this shit, defying Padre’s wishes. He’s getting old and frail, the least you can do is listen to what he fucking tells you to do in his last years.” “If Padre half cared about us as much as we cared about him, he wouldn’t be forcing me to marry this bitch Maricruz in the first place.” I ran my hands through my hair stressfully, sweating profusely as the wind lapped in my face. Just wishing that things could be different. “Well instead of working yourself up into a state and stressing yourself out about this, why don’t you take some time to

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed. I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

This office was the only place in Miami where I didn't feel like someone was trying to put a bullet in my spine. "The marriage is trending," Daniel said. He stood, sliding the burner phone into his jacket pocket. He tracked my hands as I opened the laptop. "Three hours as a husband. How's it feel, Santiago?" "Like a business deal with a deadline." I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I’d spent forty years avoiding the leash, and now I’d let a dying old man and a pretty face snap one around my neck. Lanka Cruz. I’d read the file Daniel had compiled. It was a blood-soaked resume. Excessive spending. Brawls in Milan. Nightclubs in Paris that ended with the police clearing the floor. He was a liabi

Across the table, Bianca suddenly pushed her plate away quickly. Too quickly. Alessio noticed immediately. “So,” my mother chirped brightly, “have you two discussed honeymoon destinations yet?” Bianca nearly choked on her water. “I—what?” “The honeymoon,” my mother repeated impatiently. “Surely you’ve thought about it.” Bianca looked horrified. Meanwhile, Alessio looked almost entertained. “Not yet,” he answered smoothly. My mother sighed dramatically. “Young people today have no romance.” Romance. Right. Because arranged mafia marriages were obviously peak romance.