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he finally disclosed the reason for his visit. Trailing behind him, we found our way to the pack house with Fabrizio walking right next to me. The pack house was not far from my mansion, so we arrived there in a couple of minutes. Upon getting there, the entire pack was gathered outside of it and the Godfather was addressing them. The moment they took notice of me, the entire place became quiet. The Godfather suddenly charged at me shifting mid-air and lunged for my throat. My Alpha aura blazed dangerously, my eyes changed from azure to blood red and my claws elongated. I caught hold of his neck and flung him away like a rag doll. The crowd cheered.

I just do not know if I am ready yet. “Let me open it for you. I can tell you what is inside. That way you can decide if you want to see it or not” Stefano says. It takes me a moment before curiosity gets the better of me and I agree. Stefano opens the small brown paper package and removes a black leather book. I recognise it immediately. My father practically slept with that book. Stefano holds up the book in the light. It has a lock mechanism with a small keypad that prevents him from opening it.

“Your work starts today. I need you to find every cent your father hid. Offshore accounts, wire transfers, everything. And I need it done fast.” I stepped closer to the desk, my fingers brushing the leather spines of the books. They were old, with notes scribbled in the margins that I recognized instantly—my father’s handwriting. My heart flipped. Part of me wanted to open them and search for answers, but another part was afraid of what I’d find. “And if I don’t find anything?” I asked, turning to him. “What happens then?” Marco stood and circled the desk with a grace that was almost feline. He stopped beside me—too close—his body heat invading my space.

Yet the retired Godfather of New York crossed the Atlantic Ocean just to chase a woman who already rejected him. "He threatened the pilots," Caleb added, sensing my rising fury. "He brought his own medical equipment." I sighed. The vacation just turned into a family reunion. Author's Note: Dear readers, we are officially entering the final stage of the story! The book is wrapping up and will probably conclude within the next 20 chapters. Thank you for riding along on this wild mafia romance journey!

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

He thought of all the times Conrad had taken him into the basement. ** “Dominic, what is the role of the godfather?” Dominic didn’t dare look at his father and he kept staring straight ahead. “To lead the men of la famiglia into financial, spiritual and physical glory.” “What is the role of the first born son?” Dominic blinked. “To be the example for all the sons that come after him, whether by the loins of his father or another in la famiglia.” “What is the role of a woman?” “The mother will nurture her children, the wife will stand behind her husband and above all else, know her place. A daughter is to be treasured, a sister to be protected and any other woman will hold no value to a Vitto

The cocaine's numbing effects had worn off, allowing the sting of pain and humiliation to resurface. He rose from the sofa and walked over to his study table, where an old, worn book lay waiting. As he opened its yellowed pages, a flood of memories came over him. The book was a relic from his early days, when he was still learning the intricacies of his family's mafia involvement. Antonio flipped the pages, taking in the familiar scribbles and notes he had jotted down years ago. The words "Cosa Nostra" stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia.

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

Paling in the realisation that his sworn brother had secretly been taking care of his chores so he could focus on cooking, Zen felt ashamed. Ping! [The Godfather is amused by the belated realisation of how domestic you have been with your roommate. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Cussing silently at the new notification, Zen glared at the screen. The Godfather had been silent for too long. However, he was always lurking. If Zen thought he had lost the Godfather’s favour, this new donation message was a reminder that they were always lurking on his channel.