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Master Centipede became so angry that he fainted. “Godfather!” Laura panicked and immediately went forward to support Master Centipede. “Have the crowd disperse and bring my godfather to the hospital!” Her subordinates immediately sent the crowd scattering. Laura also supported Master Centipede as they walked outside. When they passed by Thomas, she glared at him and said, “Thomas Mayo, you killed my brother, then made my godfather faint. I’m going to make you pay for these things in the future, just you wait!”

The pack warriors had brought him to the courtyard, and his eyes shifted between me, Beta Ryan, and my father. My father wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "Fredo, did you kill the heir of the Dead Wolf Pack?" Fredo's eyes darted around for a moment before settling on me. A sly grin played on his lips as he responded, "Why would I do that? I've got no reason to kill anyone." The audacity in his tone fueled the fire within me. "Bella witnessed the whole thing, Fredo. She saw you stab him multiple times with a silver blade," I accused, my voice edged with anger.

He growled as he was being pulled away. “Wait!” Dad thundered and stormed up to him. “Who is your Dad?” I furrowed my brow as I wondered why Dad was asking. Ricko gulped, but he straightened up and growled. “Diego San-Pedro. Lord of San- Pedro Mafia ring.” Dad chuckled. “Him?” Ricko raised a brow, confused. “Do you know him, I’m sure you know how powerful he is then.”

Fernando voiced out his opinion. Fernando is the new Mob boss of the Mexican outfit. After Juan died, no one dared to take over the Mexican outfit. It's not a secret that Juan and his father are killed by Nero Vitiello. The feud between the father and son duo with the Vitiello clan is an open secret. So everyone assumed that stepping in their shoes will make them an enemy of the Vitiello clan too. So that chair remained unclaimed for a couple of months before Reed asked his acquaintance Fernando to step in a take the reins.

She walked a few paces away, planted a hand on her cocked hip and nailed both men with a hard look. "I'm listening." "Well," Brandon began, somewhat hesitant. She rose a brow at him, urging him on. "Frederico is with the mafia," he said on a slow exhale. Beth blinked. Blinked again, then squinted and tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me?" "Frederico is a member of the Mexican mafia." Beth's mouth fell open slightly. Her eyes darted between the two males whose very serious gazes were pinned on her. As silence reigned, her heart rate doubled.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

“For Baby A… Leonardo.” “Classic,” Aldo nodded approvingly. “Baby B… Elena.” Roosevelt gasped. “That was your grandmother’s name, wasn’t it?” I nodded. “It felt right.” “And Baby C…” I hesitated, then smiled. “Noah.” “Okay, now that’s just adorable,” Federico said, holding a hand to his heart. “Can I be godfather to all three? I’ll even learn to change diapers.” “You say that now,” Aldo muttered with a smirk.

“What does he want? Normally he sends one of his soldiers with a letter or flowers or something. Why did he send you?” “How do you know who I am?” Fernando asked. He had hoped this was going to be easy. “My mom wasn’t stupid. When she realized who he was, she made sure to learn. In fact, I think she forced him to tell her everything, so she told me. You’re a very popular guy. Fernando Franco , one of the youngest capos ever, and you have a reputation for torture and fear. I would offer you congratulations, but I heard how you rose through the ranks, so I will say, my apologies on the loss of your parents and family.” She gave a head bow.

He didn’t seem a bit offended by Elyon’s accusation. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath. Fredo is a happily married man with two kids. There is no way he would play around with Larissa. It just pissed him off that the other man won’t stop joking about Larissa in a mocking way. “I’ll go run the perimeter once again,” he shifted and dashed away in the middle of the storm. He didn’t wait for Fredo to reply and just darted to find Larissa. He knew he wouldn’t find her anymore. He was simply running away from Fredo because he doesn’t want to listen to his jabs about Larissa anymore. He has a feeling that he would wipe his mocking smirk with his fist if he stayed there any longer.

There are a few gunshots, before Fredo Montreal cut off the line. Samantha stared at him in disbelief. “You are a monster.” “I am.” Fredo looked at her proudly. “I am always a monster, my dear. Too bad, nobody in the family have inherited it.” He added with a chuckle. “How could you—!” “Oh, stop lecturing me.” Fredo warned her. “If you didn’t wanted to end up like that Mercedes on my attic.” “I am just worrying about our family’s name being tainted again—!” “If you are—” Fredo eyed her. “—seduce that Salvador and keep your mouth shut, or I’ll fucking sealed it myself. Are we clear?”