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I hoped they wouldn’t end up fighting. “Oh, so you already have a boyfriend. N-nice,” Conrad said weakly. Why did it seem like he didn’t like the fact that I had one? Why did I see disappointment on his face as well? Don’t tell me he had started to like me too? “You still haven’t answered my question. Who are you—are you Misha’s friend?” my godfather asked again, his tone unusually sharp. I could see Conrad growing irritated, his expression looking as though he might lose his temper and punch Everett.

“She doesn’t know anything. Just kill me and let her go.” “Where’s the book?” asked the first man in an Italian accent. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “You’re Francesco’s men? You can kill me right now, but I don’t know about that book. I swear I didn’t even see that book. Please, believe me—” I stopped when the other guy pointed his gun at Terzo. “As man to man, you can do whatever you want to do to me, just don’t make her watch.” Terzo spat out the blood from his mouth.

"Do you mind talking about this in the library, kuya?" He nodded. He kissed dad's cheek as well before leading the way. I traced the edges of the antique shelves as my brother sits by the giant window. "What is it?" He asked. I turned to him and smiled. "The mafia already have a temporary hold on the Alonso's," I said then expertly took the compilation of files I have gathered disguised as a book. I laid the book in from of him then gestured him to read it. I smiled as soon as I saw his eyes grow wide.

The man from my kitchen stops walking toward me, then changes direction. Now he's moving methodically through the crowd. Checking faces. Checking hands. Searching for something. The room goes quiet. The kind of quiet that happens when everyone realizes someone they don't like is going to point at them. I try to blend in with the other servers. Duck my head. Make myself small. It doesn't work. He stops directly in front of me. Doesn't say anything. He just pulls out that leather notebook, and shows me what he wrote: Where did you find this?

He urged me and continued feeding me. As we ate silently, we constantly stared at each other, but none of us said a word. Constantly, I would secretly pinch myself to see if I was actually dreaming or if it was real. Weeks ago, I never imagined this would happen. I knew I should be feeling guilty for having sex with my godfather, but somehow there was no atom of guilt in me; it felt like I was doing the right thing. As I glanced at Lord Frederick, a thought came to my head. I feared he was going to feel guilty and stop this, but the way he acted this morning, it seems he was feeling the same way as me.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

“I vaguely remember them. I certainly was never friends with them or part of the fraternity, I wasn’t really frat material, but the more I consider it the more those names are becoming clearer in my mind.” “My family thinks Alexander is so extraordinary, and he can’t do anything wrong. I guess I felt like I had something to prove, even though I honestly can’t stand those girls or the whole sorority scene. They’re nothing but a bunch of mean, spiteful girls.” He was silent for another moment. “I was just starting my doctoral work when they were here. There were rumors that they were all connected to organized crime families.” I cringed shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. I could pussyfoot aro

I place her back down on the lawn, and she crawls off for to both her Abuelas. I take the three beers off the tray for Aldo, Luca and my father in law and head over. They accept them gratefully, and Aldo hugs me. He kisses me on the head. “Aldo has told me about the book,” my father in law says, beaming at me. “You haven’t stopped.” I go slightly red. “Thank you, dad” I say. “I guess I needed an outlet while staying at home.” “It’s magnificent.” Luca beams. “Sophie also told me about the book. She enjoyed it, especially because it's a Mafia romance…”

I insisted in on the laptop that had come with it. I found a bunch of files about various people including Donald Dante, Lord and other names I only recognized because they were very important people. I realized Vincent had given me classified information about the cartels and some big companies of which was also the general. I felt a wave of relief as I opened the General’s file. I had been so worried about the case but now, I had the upper hand and knew exactly what to do to win the case. The only question that remained at the back of my mind was why Vincent Vincenzo had left me with this information.

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!