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Then, the man's cold voice rang out, he said. “Why do you do these things? Why do you hurt your body? If you hate them, you can shoot and kill them. Don't be afraid that the police will arrest you, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to detain you, even if that person is a police officer.

To which Roseline and Aiden nods their heads in concurrent like a team. Aaron being the mafia boss isn't used to being treated this way. Nobody dares to even think about disrespecting him and here when his parents are hell bent on humiliating him ,he gets too frustrated knowing he can't do anything ,can't deny the claims too because he did for what he's getting roasted here.

Jaxon was silent for a long time getting the question just now, until he finally said, “I gathered them all, my specialty is firearms.” Before Mia could ask the next question, Jaxon stopped her. “The other three men I can't tell you about. They are the people who work behind the scenes. One of them is the president of a motorcycle club named Hades, the other is a mafia Big Boss named Outfit, Dune Fontana is his right-hand man, while the last man works underground controlling drug trafficking. I'm not completely clean, Dolcezza, but we have business ethics.” Jaxon's grip on Mia's hand tightened, the man brought Mia's palm to his lips, and kissed it gently.

Evan asked. "Do you know who this is?" Morgan threw a picture of a man with a pair of snakes tattooed on his arm. Evan took the photo and looked at it. "Where do you recognise this demon-serving Mafia? No one recognises his face, only his hands are a clue." "He's Roy Erwin! Russian Mafia. He's currently trying to hack into everything I own! You know what you have to do! Jonathan has organised a tactic for you!" "It's not free man!" Evan replied with a smile.

"Charlie was almost kidnapped recently, so I was so panicked that I lost control." Manuel's mouth curved into a faint, ironic smile. He stared directly into Emma's eyes, which clearly showed her anxiety. His expression seemed arrogant and crazy, "Are you afraid I'll kill you?" "Don't talk nonsense. The kid is still here..." Emma's shoulders trembled, pulling Charlie back a few steps. Although she tried to appear calm, her beautiful eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Emma was naturally cautious of this man named Manuel. Who wasa he? The head of a mafia organization that owned the largest casino in Italy, even the police dare not interfere with their business.

“Who told you to rob me?” “The man on the street. He offered me a hundred dollars. I was supposed to bring your wallet and the girl’s purse back to him.” “More specific, asshole. What’s the man’s name?” “I don’t know.” I took another step. “I can’t say.” “This Beretta is already cocked. All I need to do is pull the trigger and your brain will be splattered all over this garage.” He closed his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek. “He goes by Manuel. Manual Lopez.”

Fuck. Papa had wronged the Russian Mafia, better known as the Bratva. Everyone knew they owned Moscow and even the whole of Russia. They had ties to law enforcement, the government, the entertainment industry…everything. "I told you to get in!" The man shouted, making me jump in fear. I was sweating everywhere and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I didn't wait to be told a third time. The man was getting ready to kill Viktor. He stepped aside to let me in and slammed the door behind me.

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself back on the seat. “What are you?” I demanded. “I’m a man.” “Karl.” He grinned. “Okay, okay.” He sighed and leaned back. “I’m just… a right-hand man.” “That is the vaguest job description in history.” “I work with the mafia, love.” Silence stretched between us. My head was just blank. He turned to face me. “Massimo is a mafia boss. I’m his right-hand man.” The words came out way too casually. Like he’d just said he works in accounting. My mouth hung open. My brain rebooted twice. Oh my goodness.

So he sat and frowned at the shaking woman in my arms and waited patiently. “I think I should introduce myself again. My name is Misha, Misha Yakov. I am American with Russian roots and my father is the head of the Russian mafia in the states, his name is Akim Yakov.” She said in a croaked voice and again Brady went to the kitchen and brought her another glass of water and she took it nodding her head in thanks.