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Victor's Pov I stood amidst my loyal comrades. We were a mafia gang, known for our ruthlessness and cunning. Tonight, we were preparing ourselves for a fierce battle, armed to the teeth with guns and knives. The air was heavy with tension as we checked our weapons, ensuring they were loaded and ready for the impending clash. The metallic clang of guns being loaded echoed through the dimly lit warehouse. I, being the main boss, stepped forward, a hardened expression etched on my face. My dark eyes surveyed the room, meeting the determined gazes of my loyal men. Their presence reassured me; we were a force to be reckoned with.

The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last. Catalina watched nearly 50 men with shotguns in their hands. When they saw her, they got confused. " Yes. This is the murderer we were looking for .A girl . 5'2 and Petite. She killed them. " Mazov aka pakhan spoke to them. He grabbed her hair forcefully and made her stand in front of him. Catalina for the first time watched him closely. 6'4 and all muscles. She forced her neck up to watch him speaking. In only his boxers, he threw the gun away and stood like a Greek god.

and legality, but turns a blind eye; keeps records, coordinates with other gangs, launders money • Late 40s, balding, always in a cheap suit trying to look expensive; wears cologne to hide the stench of alcohol; smiles with dead eyes; always on his phone or behind the bar office—never gets his hands dirty Riko’s Men: • Luis – The quiet one who observes everything. Prefers black suits and always wears silver chains and rings. • Ozzy – Aggressive and loud; treats girls like property. Always in a tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. • Milo – Appears kind to gain trust, only to later betray or hurt those who believe him. Always in a black leather jacket.

All too well did I know the car and the man it bespoke. The doors opened as one, and three men spilled out. They moved with deliberate calculation, sans tailored suits or obvious weaponry, yet exuding an aura of threat. It was in their posture-the predatory assurance, the faint, smug smiles-that put my teeth on edge. My opponent. Victor Moretti. What was he doing here of all places? My hold on Lena's hand tightened involuntarily. She gasped, looking up at me with wide, enquiring eyes, but at that moment, I just couldn't afford to give her even a second of my attention. A million and one scenarios flooded my mind, none of them good.

My eyes were closing gradually before I heard another loud bang, which was followed by a sudden opening of my door. I froze, feeling my heart slam in my chest, as three masked men stormed in. Clutching Rocco tightly with one arm, I reached for my phone with the other. "Drop it!" the first man snarled. His two vicious eyes had seen my hand through the slits in his mask. "Drop it!" he ordered again. "You deaf, bitch? I said, Drop it!” He yelled, flashing a warning glare at me. I hesitated for a minute before releasing the phone.

Dad asks me hurriedly. A sigh of relief escapes me. “I’m fine,” I answer in fluent English—my mother’s tongue—hoping these bastards won’t be able to listen in on my call. “In a little bit of a pickle, but not too bad overall.” “Have they harmed you?” “No. They’ve just been mean mugging me this whole time. Nothing to worry about. Who are these guys, Dad? Old friends?” “I think they’re an up-and-coming Gallardo’s Mafia,” Dad answers honestly. “You haven’t overhead any names, have you?”

Then I gestured to Kane to give his report. He then sat up, “They were professionals. The operation was too clean and too coordinated to be the work of mere street thugs.” “Names?” “Not yet. Whoever paid for it wanted you dead.” That earned quite a few looks from the men. But they knew better than to comment. Well not all of them because someone just couldn't resist. A young guy, whose name I couldn't remember, cleared his throat and said “Figures. You bring your boyfriend to a meeting once and get ambushed on your way back.”

I could hear their conversation in the hall. “Adriano, what’s wrong with you? Why are you being like this?” “The men who ambushed Carina that night… they were Rossi men.” Adriano’s voice was ice. “What? Those bastards! Adriano, you have to get revenge for Carina and Leo!” “I already got my revenge,” Adriano growled. “I took one of the hitters alive. He sang like a canary before I finished with him. He told me who leaked Carina’s route. And who guaranteed I wouldn’t be there that night.”

“The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured” He’s girlfriend? The don distributed the files across the table as the woman was talking until it got to me . It was pictures of the dead guard and pictures of Cain and I as we boarded the jet earlier. This is so scary and overwhelming . Someone was watching us? My hands trembled as I held the pictures . I felt a hand squeeze my thigh from the split on my dress ,it send shivers down my spine and I

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.