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A gangster, whose top was bare with his tattoos showing, whistled at her and teased her frivolously, “Hey, sweetie, get in and we’ll have a good time.” Rainbow ignored him and drew distance from the car. ‘Damn, she looks like a virgin! I’m in luck!’ The gangster’s narrowed eyes gleamed wickedly as he got out of the car. He strode to Rainbow and pervertedly said, “Come on, cutie, your time will be rewarded.” He swallowed and pulled out a stack of money. “One night with me, and this whole stack of money is yours.”

The tension between us is so thick and I barely can look at me. " Are you cold?" He asks. I swallow and nod. He smiles and turns on the heater of his car. " Better?" " Better." My voice croak out. " Who were those people?" I ask. " I don't know. Maybe gangsters." " Why were they after me?" He chuckles." Your boyfriend is a dickhead maybe." I scoff and look away. " Look, this always happens as long as you're a Mafioso. He's popular, he's powerful and people like that always attract rivals. Maybe they wanna hurt him and since they can't hurt him , they have to hurt you to hurt him. They were Russians" He explains.

Carl came forward and said, "Who are you, and what do you mean the gang leaders aren't here?" the stranger said "I'm Lloyd, who's in charge of the gang's business," said the strange man. "Currently, the real leaders of the gang have disappeared for a long time... It's because of the three brothers," .

He was going to have a hell of a bruiser and Abby did an internal victory dance. Who were these rough men? Max apparently wasn’t a garden-variety stalker, and his gang had done this before. John – the little worm – was part of their deceitful A-team. It had been an elaborate set-up. Little Lizzy had no idea that her new boyfriend was a lethal gun-for-hire. The man called Slater stood before her, a good-looking bastard, too pretty for the likes of her. Compact, tanned with a slight cleft marring his perfect chin. An etched dimple completed the picture as his eyes settled on her feet.

"Don't touch my girlfriend like that lil bro! Rude look, I'm the boyfriend but you hug my girlfriend it's like you're still the boyfriend here and not me. Ivan was about to speak but Giovanni suddenly punched him. I screamed in shock and covered my mouth when Ivan suddenly retaliated with a punch. They fought and no one stopped them even the men holding weapons were unable to stop them. I grabbed a man’s gun and immediately fired at the vase placed on the table but suddenly blood dripped down my side. I saw a man shoot me and it left immediately. I think it was not a member of the Mafia and I also noticed that the armed men ran away. Maybe it's trespasser. Ivan and Giovanni stopped fi

I deadpanned. "Anything for my baby sis." He sent me a cheeky grin before making his way towards his family. I glared at his back. Oh how I love my family. "You do know you can't kill someone by glaring at them." "Doesn't hurt to try." I muttered. I finally looked away from my brother and glanced up at Knox. "If you are plotting murder I will gladly stand off to the side and wave at you through the police car window." "Wow what kind of boyfriend are you that you won't help me murder someone." I exclaimed, dramatically clenching my chest.

She approaches the bed and stands before me. "Who is he?" She asks. "Huh?" I blink, acting surprised by her question. "The man who dropped you off. Who is he?" She repeats. "What... What man? I don't know what you're talking about." I try to feign ignorance. "It doesn't seem to be Rory. I saw his physique from afar, and he seems much bigger. Your boyfriend is as thin as you are. Do you have a new boyfriend? Who is he? Why haven't you told me about him?"

She threatened as the guards carefully walked her out the room. Seconds later, the door opened and the supposed boyfriend walked in was brought in. He looked normal, in his 60’s, brown hair with grey streaks, bulky build— probably worked out but the real question was, could he actually protect mother or was he just after something else. “ Sit.” I brought the cup to my lips taking a sip, the liquid burned as it slid down my throat. The guards pushed him to seat and he stared at me, gulping loudly. “ Mr Gambino, I…” A loaded gun got fixed on his forehead making him swallow the rest of his words. I leaned forward and clasped my fingers.

His means were violently cruel. "He loves beautiful blonde women. Quinn, you'll save me, won't you?" A thunderclap exploded in my mind. The fragile hope I was clinging to crashed and shattered. Jackson Grant. It really was him. The little bodyguard who once ran across half of New York just because I craved a Napoleon pastry. The ex-boyfriend I slapped in public, humiliated like a dog, and abandoned without mercy. Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion.

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.