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This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

“So what do I do? Are they more dangerous than you are?” I huffed, arching a brow. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” Enzo’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Of course not, you’re the most feared Don home and abroad.” I shook my head. “You’re in luck that they’re one of my allies. I’ll have a word with Nero falchi and organize a meeting.” Nero falchi–black falcon, was the don of La falchi gang. He ranked the second most feared mafia boss in Italy as of last year, while I ranked number one.

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

I looked around, staring at the other Mafia bosses, and questioned their attitude and selfishness when it comes to power and keeping their hands clean, seeing how they kept quiet despite Gary's actions. It's certain now that Michael is the power force behind Gary, making him act all high and arrogant. Now his relationship with the Mafia God is suspicious; the Mafia God wouldn't befriend just anyone. Novela then called out to me, disclosing the Mafia God would want me to get his successor. I stared at her as she kept on ratting and speaking even while still pointing fingers at the others. On the other hand, while trying to help her out, she keeps making things worse. I shook my head and exhal

His head snapped up abruptly, the whites of his eyes had turned red, "Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten who he is? And what he'll do once he finds out." Giovanni Orlando. The name still sent shivers down her spine. He's the most ruthless Mafia Boss in all of New York, even the authorities were scared to touch him. His popular alias being the god of the underworld. They'd given him that name because of his ability to wipe people from the earth without a trace. He was that powerful. Yet her father was sane enough to sign off a loan deal with one of his organisations, and he couldn't pay it off. I didn't know the rest of the details, but somehow, the Mafia Boss had come to their clu

He demanded, tightening his grip on me. My left hand was beginning to ache, but I still stayed strong, refusing to let Woods get what he wants. Letting out a fake yawn, I said to him, "Some Mafia Boss you are. Just because your number one and only enemy is Diego, you believe you don't have any other target out there? Think again, Woods. You're like the main head in the Mafia World. Even the ones you call support might be your worse enemy," I pointed out, making the Alpha's glowing eyes dim.

I asked. “The Godfather is automatically picked as the mafia leader with the largest territory all over the world. The one who controls the most territories in other countries in Europe, America, and other places. That also means he’s the person with the most connections, influence, and who gets along with most mafia organizations in the world. That’s who automatically becomes the Godfather.” “Who is the Godfather?”

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

We’d killed more than ten men in just one week, and even after torturing them, no one gave out the name I was looking for. The mastermind behind all this mess. “It must be someone from the Russian mafia,” Lorenzo sighed, exhaustion evident in his voice. “They’re the only ones capable of bribing Roberto over to their side. They have the money and the resources to get him over to their side.” Lorenzo was right. The Italian mafia was the most powerful organization in the world of crime. The only other group that came close were the Russian Bratva, our rivals for years now. Slipping a white handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped my bloodied hands, but it was of no use. I was only smearing the thic