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I’m not one to allow people close to me physically or mentally, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away as his intentions didn't seem malicious. The rosé wine bottle arrives, and he says, “Ask away.” I begin my inquiry, “What is your name?” He says, “Alessandro Bianchi.” Bianchi? No. That…That belongs to one of the most powerful mobsters in the city. I gulp and ask, “Okay…Who were you shoot…shooting yesterday?” He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.”

I said looking at Lorenzo worried, I did not understand that I was beating, Lorenzo was the Don of the Italian Mafia, as it is possible that I did not know this news first hand. "He may be dead but his killer, he shouldn’t be far away and if the Russian mafia is involved, I think we already know where to start looking for your sister Camilo," Lorenzo said clearing up the confusion. "you’re right and according to the news the new leader of the Russian mafia, announced that he will rule this city from now on. And most importantly, I heard that he is crueler than other leaders and that he does not know the word of mercy in his life, "Camilo said looking at Lorenzo.

One of the men said, a thick Italian accent almost making his words incomprehensible. “I don’t have anything to do with my father’s company. We didn’t do anything.” I pulled the woman closer to me. The man laughed. His face was blurry as were the rest of their faces, almost like a washed-out watercolor painting. “I don’t give a fuck what you have done. I need your old man to understand that he can’t mess with the Italian Mafia and get away with it. He needs to learn and we are gonna teach him by killing his first born.”

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

It was not pretty. Judd led me through the hallways; the sound of the music where the girls were made to dance for tips could be heard pounding through the walls as we went. Opening a door ahead of us, Judd stood back and let me walk past. Sitting behind his desk. His white hair, gelled back, was Alfonso Ilaria, the head of the Italian Mafia. He sat and looked at me. His elbows on his desk, his fingers steepled. His weathered face was a mask that even I couldn't see through. After a moment of standing there, Alfonso spoke.

His eyes landed on me and went wide with confusion. “What did you do?” he barked. “What did I do?” I snapped. “I’m leaving.” “Good,” he growled. “Go.” We stared at each other for one long tense beat before I turned and stormed out of the suite. The elevator ride felt like it lasted hours. As soon as I hit the hotel lobby the morning news played on a mounted television. And there I was. A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.”

I was startled when a sports car went by me at such a fast pace that it made me jump in surprise. How weird, there are too many expensive cars going around the city. Usually, we would see them in the capital but it would be unusual to find quite a lot of them here. There were also a lot of men in suits that were scattered around that it creeps the hell out of me I feel like there is a mafia running this city, there is no doubt about it. There is one side of this city where there are many illegal activities taking place and the location is near the red light district.

​​she asks. Up here, the aforementioned man speaks and she wastes no time in going up to meet him. We follow her upstairs, where the Ivanov brothers are; among them is Yulia, who is standing next to the blondy's brother, who talks to her with a smile. Mom stands at the end of the room as she talks to Christopher and pregnant Scarlet. The leaders of the Italian mafias are meeting via video call, given that after completing their operations with the Corelia's, they left, leaving a few men in charge of their respective businesses without becoming directly involved.