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Richard was still waiting for Chansu's real explanation without lowering his gun to Chansu. "They've often owed, but they must pay it off according to the promised date. But they didn't come to our Casino for a month. And their phone numbers can't be reached either." Chansu lowered his head once he was done with his explanation. "How long have you worked in this field, Chansu?" "Seven years, Boss" "It’s Seven fuckin’ years that you worked for the Mafia. But a matter like this, you're still an idiot." Richard tucked the small gun back into the back of his coat. Richard walked over to Chansu and stood right in front of him.

He gave me a short description. My blood boiled in my veins. I couldn't control my anger anymore, " What kind of a mafia you are! If you let him blackmail you. " I seethed and punched in the face. I heard Maya screaming. Blood oozed from his nose. I waited for him to punch me back. Which never came. " Listen, brother, I know you are angry with me. " He said, running his thumb on the blood slipping down from his nose. " Brother. " I frowned.

Those two could be a lot to handle most times. I nodded again, combining those four pieces of information to generate a big plan. I smiled as I thoughtfully formulated one already. “We leave for De Stefano's in 48 hours, you all know what to do. We have a mafia to wipe out and leave our trademark on.” I announced. They all choruses “Yes Boss.” leaving to start preparing for the designed time. I wrapped up the maps and headed back to the car, I have a little mouse to get home to.

I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "we understand your concern, but we've worked hard to make this world better." "Better?" he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You call this a better world? We're the fucking mafia!" His voice echoed through the grand hall, silencing the celebratory whispers of the Families. The tension grew palpable, the room feeling suddenly much smaller. "You're going to bring a child into this mess? Have you forgotten the price we've all paid?"

He always does what he wants. We were in our room. Luckily, he didn't scold me nor Thomas. Although I was sad. I was continuously looking at him. I was smiling to see him in front of me. He was working on his laptop. I had to convince him not to take me with him nor he should go. I had heard, mostly the Mafia stayed there. Once I went there, there would be no chance of me coming back in my life. I didn't dream such a pathetic and horrible life for me. He never raised his hand, but I couldn't trust him as he broke my hand once and the second time he wrapped his hand around my neck. After all he is the Mafia himself. I glanced at him. His eyes were fixed in his laptop and files.

"We have to act quickly." "I don't need anyone to say that to me. I know." I snapped, anger coursing through the veins. This is what I hated the most about the mafia. There were too many inherited fights and wars. Sometimes a war could go on for years; the reason for the war could be stupid or just based on a careless misunderstanding. Nobody opts for peaceful negotiation. Everyone wants to show forth their faux power to attract respect and fear even

I glanced at the Rolex wristwatch that was on my hand every 5 seconds after they left, and then I realized that they have been gone far too long and should have already arrived with her, except if she was attempting to resist them? Probably not, she looked too scared for her life to do that. So why were they taking so long? My curiosity was quenched exactly three seconds later when one of the men who was sent to fetch her from ran into the living room with a worried expression on his face I knew that something had gone wrong, terribly wrong, however, I maintained an unreadable, cold mask on my face as I asked him what was the problem. In the mafia world, you won't go really far on the food c

“Do you really think, by then, you’d want to?” The electricity between us was palpable. My heart raced, responding to the attraction that flowed like a current between us. But I snapped back, setting my face in a determined frown. “My feelings for the Mafia are of disdain, not interest,” I growled. “If I took you up on this proposal… Regardless of feelings, I would be out after one year. No questions about it.” Logan sat back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Your choice. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you. I’ll play the gentleman.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.