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Godfather muttered. "I woke up one day to see she ran away with some of the clan's wealth and left a note behind. It was all just all a facade from her, it was all just a lie for a her to get to my wealth and once she had what she wanted, she left. So I did what I had to do, I ended her" Godfather said with a dark look on his face The gun fell off Aurelio's hand, making a thud sound of the ground as he looked at Godfather in shock.

With each step she took, his anticipation grew, and his excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness at the magnitude of the moment. For George, since childhood, his life has been just like a game. He became aware of the mafia world early, and his hands got bloody early. Because of that, he was no longer able to dream of having a girlfriend and living in peace. For George, it's a luxury. His father gave him a woman several times, but none of them succeeded until his father died, and he never touched any woman. Many people are starting to doubt his orientation, so there are also a few who send him a man, but he only beats him.

After all, the weapon that killed me in my last life had not been that knife. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on my thighs. Then, I heard the lock turn. My heart slammed violently against my chest, but my face maintained the shy composure expected of a bride. “My bride.” The Godfather stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” “No,” I replied, standing up and forcing myself to look obedient. He walked toward me, his movements slow and elegant. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

"No chance you'll let me out is there?" "No way in hell," he said. "Nice try though." He pushed off of the wall. "What did you do to him?" I frowned. "I might have stolen a little bit of money." Gabriele whistled. "That'll do it." He shook his head. "If you really wanna mess with him, go for the books."

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

His face expressionless. "Hmm yeah, that. I hear every family has one" still holding my gaze, he pushes up, walking behind the desk that dominates the room lowering himself to the chair, form the desk then spins around. I hear the beep of keypads and a soft click then in a few steps, he is seated in front of me again. Dangling from his fingertips is a worn-out brown book, or at least it used to be brown. "This is a copy of the mafia rules, the original one written by Salvatore himself is in Italy with the other family chronicles" I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means.

I walked up to him and he stood up to shake my hands. “Miss Kimberly," he smiled. "Mr. John. What is it you wanted to tell me?" I asked, taking my seat across from him. "I think I found some more information on your Godfather." "Show me," I said, eager for more. "Your Godfather is planning to sell your inheritance, one of the businesses you inherited from your father." "Excuse me? How do you know this?" I asked, my eyes wide. "I found out yesterday from a source of mine. See, the company is listed on the megacorp sales page."

For two whole years, I had deployed the entire intelligence network of the Mafia, turned over every corner of the world, only to find her on the most prominent shelf of a bookstore, mocking my incompetence in this very public way. "My son," my voice was a ragged whisper. "I have a son." In that moment, the man who made the New York underworld tremble felt a hot sting behind his eyes. All the anger, despair, and regret of the past two years converged into a single, much more powerful emotion. "Tell the pilot to change our course. Immediately." I clutched the book in my hand as if it were the world's only salvation. "We're going to Paris." "Don, how many men should you take?" Marco asked.

I take them and read them, but to be honest, I don't understand much, as it's in Italian. "To be frank, I don't understand any of this. I don't know much Italian." "I'm sorry, ma'am, I sometimes forget. Well, what we have here are access details to the Salvatore accounts, as well as a detailed list of all the accomplices involved in the embezzlement from your husband, and not just him, but also Mr. Massimo's father. Believe me, this information is very valuable. It also mentions the people implicated in my son's murder and those who helped cover it up." With this last statement, his expression changes to one of complete fury. Antonella and I are left stunned, not knowing what to say. After a

I said calmly. Don Francesco raised an eyebrow. “You should be asking me what I want in return for the information you’re asking for.” For the first time since I arrived, Don Francesco looked slightly startled. Only for a second. But I saw it. The old man straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s how it is now,” Don Francesco said slowly. I only smirked. Don Francesco sighed before speaking again. “Alessandro went to see the Godfather today.” My eyes narrowed slightly.