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"You can keep talking about her, but I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care who she is with or where. Rocco, answer." "A month ago, although he's had someone working for two years and helping, someone very close to you lot." "We already know Jacob was using Felicity for Rocco's gain; we're not shocked." "I have a question." Dario steps forward. "You lost your career in fighting, right?" We all laugh, and Danni growls. "Oh, stop trying to growl. A puppy is scarier than you." He grins and walks away.

I say, calmly, as I notice our assassin entering the mansion. Rowan frowned in confusion and turned around to look at where my eyes are focused and I can see the obvious shock on his face. "Rocco?" Rowan mumbled with acknowledgement as he walked to us with larger steps. Rocco is almost 24 years old and one of the most deadly assassin in Italy. He got into the business three years ago and have taken almost 38 missions till now, with no failure. He is best in his work for a reason.

Everyone flinched. Don Francesco’s expression hardened, but I turned to him and smirked — a quiet, deliberate smirk that said that's what you get for getting my father removed from the La Camorra. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to respond, but he couldn’t. He was powerless just like Ginevra was now. I turned to Rocco. He was sitting up, still half-dressed, unbothered. I slapped him too — harder. He only laughed, a deep, mocking sound that boiled my blood.

"It's okay, baby, Rocco is just worried. And I know you do too. But this is my chance, this is why I'm telling both of you, why I'm asking if you're okay with me joining them." "No, I'm not okay." Rocco quipped, after drinking his coffee. He took his fork and stabbed the delicious-looking muffin with an unnecessary vengeance that made Dee grimace. Rockford chuckled and easily settled back in his seat as if he knew that Rocco would say no. At first. Rockford was nothing but determined. And he knew in the end he would convince their man that it was a good choice to have the security of the Russian mob boss behind them. Cause Rockford knew, he had had enough living under the radar for years. He

Aleric saved her fucking ass in his mighty wolf form and killed both Jaguar and his younger brother, Jeremy, in the most ruthless and heartless way ever before my eyes by tearing apart their heads from their bodies while I hide in the shadows that night. I thought I had finally seen light and satisfaction, Only for that light to vanish before I could relish on the spectacular feeling. But the crazy thing was that I didn't give up yet. I went even deeper and crazier, going all the way to the underground where Ace Rocco resides. He was the renowned and famous mafia biker Lord who didn't fear death and always went to the extremes while racing. He raced with the most daring bikers and still beat

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

Waiting. Behind me, the doors creaked open, and I did not need to turn around to know that it was Rocco. We were the only ones here and besides, his presence a shadow that always followed mine. Rocco, second son of the De Luca empire, my fiancé now, though the word had seemed too flippant , too ordinary for what he stood for. He was not a man who sent me flowers and empty promises at midnight. He was a man who bled for me, who murdered for me, who entered my shadows willingly. "You're nervous. You should rest," he said, his deep voice gravel weighted with heat.

If you must know I am having these lunches to avoid having to go into her place of work and see you-know-who. Especially since impulsive idiot Rocco has set some fairly dangerous wheels in motion. Johnny Deco had shown up a week ago at the Gilded Falcon. He was a short, scrawny guy with a receding hairline. If you passed him in the street you would think he sold flowers but he's a fixer in the local mafia. He likes to brag, when he's had a big win and everyone else has left. Lolling on my bar stools with a cognac telling me tales about how many men he had to take teeth from to find out the latest snitch. Interesting yet terrifying.

The most interesting point is Rocco never had the power to attack Golden Eagle clan but how did he manage to enter the Lilium in the past without getting caught by security guards? Ralph had so many doubts about Rocco’s sudden ability to destroy the powerful mafia clan back then and can disappear into thin air without being identified for over ten years. Who is helping him to do all these things? And if his guess is correct it must be him who attacked the powerhouse. What’s his motive behind the attack? Did he want a war between Kingsters and BlackWolf clan? Because from the way that bastard used his name to destroy the powerhouse, it seems like it.