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Dominic asked, taking note of the five men who were blocking the exit. "We just have to wait for our boss to arrive. You will have to speak with him directly. But, before then....how about we have a little chat?" Dominic had a blank look on his face that intimidated the men. "My name is Amir" the man with the Middle East accent spoke. "And?" "I understand that you were once in the mafia. Weren't you?" He slipped his hands in the pockets of his slacks, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. "Oh, really? In the mafia? Are you sure your Intel knows what he's doing?"

The plush carpet making my movements silent. Checking each of the rooms and nothing, I move down the stairs and into the hallway. I step into the living room and see a man sitting in one of the armchairs, his gun pointed at me; he is older. His silver grey hair is slicked back, he is in good shape for a man of his age. He is in an expensive suit. He is mafia. “Rebel Moretti-Jackson. I thought it was time we met.” I look at him. My guns are trained on him, just like his is trained on me.

He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable. Oh shit!

Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: AURELIO TONY ROCCO PAOLO ETHAN *Hacker DENZEL CALLISTO ALONZO *Traitor TITO *right-hand man in Miami VIC *bartender MARINO Blanco Mafia Household: FRANCISCO BLANCO *Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. GIULIA BLANCO *Isadora’s mother. DAVIDE SAUL *Traitor

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

There’s one of him fishing and a few at the beach, but nothing to give me any idea about where he lived before he enrolled at Blackthorn. Clearly, his old man left him money. Probably money he stole from the family, but nobody was ever able to find it. He wasn’t as smart as he thought, though, because he got found out. Hence agreeing to work with the feds. He was scared out of his mind knowing Bruno Morelli doesn’t take well to being robbed. No one does. But he is a guy with plenty of muscle behind him, which most people don’t have at their disposal.

Tommaso Zahur laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “That is very possible, Mr. Conti. I have a great many things. But why would you wanting one of them convince me not to kill you?” I swallowed. This close, I could see the hard glint in his eye. Zahur Farhat didn’t waste words. When he said he would kill me, he meant it. “I’m the right hand of the mafia king of Philadelphia.” I put my hand in my pocket to grab the Polaroid. “He and I are willing to do a lot to get her back.”

◇NO POV◇ a man in dark room sitting alone with his cigar his face looking ferocious he throwed all the items and shouted "you people are waste you made me to run away from those bastards" the man who was screaming is none other than Raghu he is fuming with anger as the situation came for him to escape from his enemies according to him he is a great mafia lord but when Aurthur took the mafia throne from his dad he started occupying one by one groups and became a powerful mafia king

This same girl is the one holding my hands, teaching me that her love for me, is the most beautiful thing I could ever ask for. Ryder stares at the bundler up bloody man at his front.. This was the one leaking up news to Trigger. The Fvcker. He rubs the edge of his gun slowly watching the already battered up man through the corner if his eyes. "So ya think you can rat my gang out to 'de mafia man and I will not find out eh.. Ya one funny one" he rattles and grabs the man by his hair forcing him to look at him. The bloodied man groans in pain as Ryder swipes his hand over the man's face in another stinging slap.

he said with a cheerful smile on his lips. He's teasing me, you'll see, asshole! I won't give him a discount if he whines asking for the latest version of the most sophisticated helicopter to be made. I entered the hotel through the side door and joined the waiters. Jamie's wife looks very active with a man wearing a special white hat. A handsome, large man, with prominent muscular arms. The mafia is like a cheetah that targets deer from a distance. I was just a spectator for the two of them.