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She complemented her Sharon only nodded, no smile crept from her lips Tara moved over to Sharon and helped her pack up her hair into a French style, Sharon looked up at the young lady working so diligently and She was suddenly forced to ask “How long have you been working here?” She asked her A smile crept out from her lips. “I was sold off by my father but luckily I was brought by a merciful mafia Boss.” She smiled even more “I had been working here since then but I was never treated like a maid.” She added.

He could have just killed him and probably taken his revenge on your boss by taking down one of your men. Then we only left here for about thirty minutes, so how come he was knocked out and he was awake now? If he was truly knocked out like he claimed, he should still be down by now. It should take him at least three hours to come back to life because Levi is a mafia man and I'd like to think he knows the exact spot to hit someone that will make them numb before taking them off to a deep sleep. That didn't quite make any sense to me. We should do something real quick and we have to act fast and make sure he doesn't suspect we have our suspicions against him. Damien said afterwards.

Marco One week. One whole week and my father hasn't made any promising conclusion. Waiting on him might cost me more time. I refuse to involve myself in whatever game they are playing. I've a bigger task; taking down the most notorious Drug Lord in America. My spies have given me enough information on Don Joe. The other two men, my father and Big Tom, will have to wait patiently. I need the rank to be able to take down Big Tom successfully.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and oregano, but it didn't soothe me like it normally did. "Why eleven?" I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The average Mafia member didn't completely initiate until they were sixteen years old. "Is it because of his dad?" Umberto stopped moving and grinned, flashing a golden incisor. "You believe that because he is the Boss's son, he has it easy? The decision was made to initiate him early because he killed his first man at the age of eleven." Gianna shrieked. "He's an evil monster."

What if the man was— No, no. It couldn't be. I was sure I was imagining things. Ethan could never kill a man—or could he? I couldn't say I knew Ethan that much. I'd only known him for a couple of months, and I could boldly say that during those months, he'd been an asshole like 80% of the time. Besides, he was a mafia boss. They were extremely, indubitably notorious for having gun fights and trying to take down their enemies. I'd watched enough 365 days movies to decipher that.

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

He just checked the watch on his wrist and gave me a cold look. "Well," he said, standing up. "I have things to do, so I am going to give you exactly 30 minutes to make a decision. You can agree to my terms and save your family, or you can stay stubborn and lose them forever. If I don't have an answer in 30 minutes, I will send the order to finish it." He walked toward the door, stopping just long enough to look back at me. "Just know that if you choose 'no,' you will lose that Vengas of yours," he added. "And you will lose that bastard growing inside of him. The choice is yours, Alpha. Make it count."

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.