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"Fair enough. Let's see... when I was younger, I used to sneak out of my father's meetings and go to the library. I loved reading about history and strategy. It felt like my little escape from the world of guns and deals." Gabriella's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I would never have guessed." Enzo nodded. "Yes, books were my sanctuary. They still are, in a way." Gabriella smiled, feeling a deeper connection with him. "Looks like we have more in common than we thought." Enzo smiled, "It seems so." Gabriella opened her mouth to speak but she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. They both turned to see a servant coming towards them and a woman beside her, dressed like she

“Your practical is going to be more important. I do not intend to find myself losing a second son in this cause.” I kept my eyes on mom for a second as she walked out, closing the door behind her as she did before I closed the book that I was reading. I took a deep breath and looked down at the book, my stomach churning as I knew that I managed to fool her with one thing. I wasn’t reading about the hunters… The book looked a lot like the diary that she gave me. Only it was not… The Wolves of the Medici…

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

"You should be thanking me. You finally get to live in a mansion instead of that cramped, pathetic little apartment of yours." "Roman Falcone is a ruthless crime boss," I reminded her sharply. "He bought me to produce an heir." "And now he owns you," another voice cut in roughly. It was my father. The sound of his greedy, commanding voice confirmed they had planned this betrayal together. They hadn't called to apologize or check if I was safe. They had called to use me. "Father," I breathed out, my knuckles turning white against the metal railing. "Listen to me very carefully, Cora," my father commanded bluntly, ignoring my situation. "Inside Roman's study, in the right-hand desk drawer, the

He nods his head, but then he sits down and places both his hands on the table while Theo pats him on the back, whispering into his ear, and Elliot nods his head. “Okay, but will you protect my mom?”, I ask as I look at Killian, and he nods his head. I look at the three men in front of me, and I nod my head. “I need you to give me your word, I learned that with you, mafia man, your word is the most valuable thing”, I say, and Killian smiles, walking to me again and shaking my hand.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

“Look through the images and read the documents.” Frankie walks over to me and sits down, bracing his elbows on his knees as he scrolls through the phone. His expression darkens the more he scrolls, and by the time he reads the incriminating documents, he looks about ready to explode. “What the fuck is this, Gio? Dad was a fucking snitch?” I nod. “A snitch of the worst kind; he sold out Famiglia members, Frankie. Sold them out to save his own fucking ass!” Frankie sits back with his hand covering his mouth and shaking his head. “Broke Omerta when he drilled the fucking oath into us,” he says, bristling with anger. “And this was Tulvan’s deal for Emilia?”

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

"Non sono tuo, fottuto pezzo di merda.” Rage scorching hot against my skin, I stormed out of the room, desiring to be away from everyone, to find solace in silence. I needed to leave, I intended to leave, and I had been on my way to the car when I was informed that my presence was needed by The Godfather. Fuck me. The Godfather—St.Louis, was not a man to be messed with. But the fiery glare which he had shot me was all it took to know that I had messed with him.

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p