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“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother to address me directly. Their glances towards me were fleeting, often dismissive, as if they were seeing right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light—accessories, no more significant than the expensive watches they wore. However, my patience began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and down in a disturbingly overt manner. “Looks like you’ve picked a good one this time, Logan,” he commented, a lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and frail, but this one looks…

But this time she brought the criminologist within me. “What do you mean he didn’t kill me?” I lashed out politely, but the irritation inside me became visible the way I spoke. “I mean, you really don’t know that he is a mafia man?” She lowly mumbled, looking to her left and right. “Mafia?” I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment. “Yes, he is considered one of the most ruthless and cruel men,” “Don’t try to joke me, Andy. Is he really a mafia man?” I asked, holding my rage back or at least trying hard.

Jake wrapped his arm around the man's neck,pushed towards the open door of his car and knocked his head against it. The man fell down, unconscious. Jake thought he was victorious until he turned to his right and found a lot of them standing with their gun pointed at him. To the left,Dustin Anderson,the Mafia appeared. Mike,by his side. "What a visit we have here..." he whistled and then smiled "Jake Lowell,the upcoming billionaire" He then smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be getting married?" he laughed "Or you want your wife to sleep with a corpse?" Jake said nothing.

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

"But that ends tonight." Torres took a step closer, his hand hovering over his gun. "You think you can win this?" he sneered. "You're just a mafia boss playing a game you can't win." I smirked, my hand sliding under my jacket. "This isn't a game," I said, drawing my weapon with a smooth motion. "This is personal."

“Do you!” “Y- Y- Yes, Sir.” The man was shaking, seconds away from wetting his pants as he stared into the ashy eyes of his captor. “Because you, Mr Smith.” Alexander’s tone returned to the level- if not smug, the tone he used before. “Thought it would be a good idea to borrow a hundred thousand dollars from the mafia and flee the country.” Alexander shook his head incredulously at the man, “I would have been impressed by your bravado, only- you flee America to escape the Italian Mafia and you come to Italy.” Alexander tutted.

I gave a nervous laugh "Jones and Harry. Seize the traitor of a beast!" Both men took out their guns but instead aimed it at me. "W-What?" I asked confused "I said Ferro, not me!" "Sorry Boss." Jones clicked the hammer "We only take orders from Damanico." "Damanico?" I asked in horror "What madness is this?" "The fact that your mafia has been playing you all along." a voice said and a figure walked calmly through the door in a black shirt and jeans "D-D-Da..." I was stuttering as I took a few steps backwards