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That perhaps Kai's words were driving me crazy and making me smell things that weren't there. Then I heard the rumours, though. In the alleys, whispers. Dealers are going missing. A body, its face too shattered to identify, had been pulled out of the river. Mafia-related men are suddenly "missing." And the same name was in every whisper. Lucavir Thorne.

He held it with a bow. Mom was with Troy. He had slept in her lap. " Dad. " I left her hand, " I can't. " I told him. I could kill, made the river flow of blood, torture in a barbaric way. I did want to do this. Can't! It wasn't part of our dictionary. She made it possible. Dad darted his gaze on us and silently nodded at me. He walked over to the floor. The hall was crowded with Mafia leaders, underbosses, and almost all the powerful people from the entire world came to attend the funeral.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face. Yeah, unfortunately the italian mafia boss is a god. A greek god. A greek italian god. Am I even making any sense? He was sitting right across the table. He was annoyingly relaxed and here I am freaking scared of his existence. I wish I didn't know. I wish he didn't tell me who he really was. My bravery flew right out the window when I realized that he's the very top of a crime list. At least he was nice enough to buy me a coffee paired with blueberry cheesecake.

The only way Della would take over is if she married another Mafia's son, there were so many options, he had thought about it for a while now. There was Alfredo Molinero the son of the biggest mafia bosses in Mexico. There was Lucio Bongiorni from Italian Mafia, also Kay Schürmann from German Mafia, as well as Hoashi Kakichi from the Japanese Mafia, also Oskar Borgström from the Swedish Mafia, also Féng Shen from the Chinese mafia. He had been Enemies with the Chinese for a while now so that would be so good but an alliance was good. Feng was just a hot headed faggot, he wouldn't let his daughter marry that English none speaking idiot. Nicholas Passos of the Portuguese mafia. Nikita Shatov o

“How protected is the house? I may want to storm in there to save Ariel and my son soon.” “I will make it easy for you,” Mr Grigor said again. And went quiet. Blaine nodded and stood up. All the ten years he had used the man’s services, he had known the man to only say a few words. “What do you know about this Italian?” Blaine turned at the door. “That he is now on my hit list.” The man said matter-of-factly. Blaine waited, knowing patience was the only way to get anything out of the man. “He has been with your wife for ten years,” the man said. “Started as a small Mafia urchin but is now a Mafia kingpin, currently hired by the country’s enemy to assemble a terrorist group.”

Aware that I crossed the line today, a massive regret was coming on my way. . In a factory building for stuffed toys, the owner welcomed me with open arms. He was older than me by two years, robust in his features, and his arms were covered with tattoos. His neatly trimmed mustache and beard which was a trend these days gave him the aura of a dangerous man. Indeed, he was dangerous for this factory for fluffy toys were only his facade. He was Martin Mancini, half Italian half American, leader of one of the biggest mafia in Italy. My friend, my big brother.

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.

Without turning sideways, I could already feel Dominic's anger and annoyance, but I wasn't sure if it was because of what Luca said about the deal. My gaze shifted to the group of men Luca pointed to earlier, their expressions were unreadable, but their presence alone radiated power. No one approached them, and those close to them kept their distance. Who were these people who could bring all these prideful mafias under one roof? One of them lit a cigarette, while the others drank by themselves, their sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd as if searching for their prey. From the way they carried themselves, and their appearances, I was sure they were Italians, no doubt.