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I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

If he is strong, he won't even speak a word, and looking at his confused face, I guessed that this would be easy as well as difficult. "Mr. Armani…how, how come you here and why…?" He asked me shuttering and I looked at Gio, that Italian Mafia king in order to ask for a chair. Thankfully I have memorized the names of the mafia kings from all over the world under me. He understood that but he went away confused.

The man is really made of stone. “Lorenzo didn’t make it. Renzo and Dario took his body.” He listens to whatever the other person says, then replies, “It was the Slovak mafia… yeah, get everyone ready for war…I’m five minutes away.” He ends the call, and all I can do is blink at him. Why would the mafia want to kill Mr. Vitale? Did he do something to piss them off? When he drives through a pair of large black gates, my eyes widen at the sight of all the men.

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

I said and killed the rest, immediately shooting at them at their foreheads. I could see shocked faces from the three most feared men. "Ires, kill all his men who are outside," Ivy said. Immediately, she said that we heard people crying outside. "Who the hell is attacking us?" We can see anyone or anything! "Should I kill all of them?" Ire asked. "Yes," Ivy said. "My men are also out there," Vincenzo said. "Shit! I forgot. Ire, kill of the men other than the Italian Mafia men. You can differentiate them with their tattoos, right?" She asked.

I reached out to touch it then withdraw my hand "I didn't think it'd be sitting right on the table" "Go on" he tipped his head. smiling, I picked up the book opened it and leaned my back against his chest. The seven families of Italy. the made men. A made man is a male descendent of any family that has gone through the initiation rite of passage and has taken the oath to serve. the Salvatore family _capo dei capi _ New York. the Ferrari family_ Las Vegas the Moretti family _Atlanta the Lombardi family_ Miami he Romano family_

His regal aura was exuding utterly different from those present here. Behind the cold-looking man were two other men. One of them was wearing a black suit, and the other was wearing a gray suit, which seemed to be the man's close subordinates. Emma guessed…he was the Ivan Domenica that Carla had mentioned. A young Italian mafia boss. The man's footsteps moved closer to where Emma was standing. Her hair band was now broken in half, causing her hair to fall down. Soft hair gently blowing in the wind. The moment their eyes met, time stood still.

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Irving and Billie, who were used to frequenting classier joints, had to pop in from time to time, basically because one of the other co-owners was one of Lucky Luciano's friends: Giuseppe Antonio Doto, also known as Joe Adonis. Adonis was an aloof guy and, to Arlyne, a complete mystery. She managed to catch a glimpse of him one night while he sat waiting for her father in front of the apartment. Although Arlyne was not yet a teenager, the sight of Adonis' hazy profile through the tinted glass of the Cadillac aroused some sexual interest in her. His marked, sensual features seemed both exotic and forbidding. Although the question had not been explicitly discussed, it was clear that any daught