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I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table. I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead. I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me. I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself. What a bullshit?? I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

Others just did their job diligently and minded their business. I yanked her hair back suddenly, she yelled in pain, trying to free herself from my hold. “Do you know who I am?” She whimpered, shaking her head to the side, signifying no. “I am Javier Bezzio, the current seat owner of the Italian mafia. If you don't know what that means, then you are a dead meat. Understood?” She nodded yes quickly and I released her. I laid on my back and relaxed. “Now get back to work and stop when I tell you to.”

She closed her shop and moved away from Little Italy, wanting to start a new life far away from the dangerous world of the Mafia. She tried to put the past behind her and move forward, but the memories of Lance and her time with the Mafia haunted her. She could not forget the way he had used her and discarded her, the way he had played with her emotions and made her believe that they could make a diference together. She realized that she had been naive to think that someone like him could ever truly care for her.

I didn't read any meaning to it and just went on with my food before I went over to the safe where my money was being kept. I had kept that many funds in the grave while waiting for the day to use them, but foolish Marcelo made me bring them out prematurely. “The popular mafia boss also called the Tiger of Italy was found dead this morning with a bullet lodged in his glabella. We are yet to know his killer, but we believe this is another clash between the mafia gangs. The police are working tirelessly to narrow down the suspects. Kindly stay tuned as we bring you more updates on the case”, the news came on and Bojana played it for me to see.

Pain, guilt, regret, shock, hatred, fear and anger are emotions much stronger than love, happiness, relief, gratitude and respect—that was the only lesson I had ever learned from my papa, Danilo Romano, the Underboss of Minneapolis. The first time I had experienced one of those overwhelming emotions was when Papa had announced the news about the Capo of Cosa Nostra Adonis Vitale having a secret wife and a daughter.

the old man sounded pathetic, like he was ready to start crying. “And?” I spat out. It struck me odd that the background check I had obtained on Manciatti did not mention a daughter, only a deceased wife. It was the first flag. “I don’t have your daughter. I’m not in the habit of kidnapping people. Especially not women and children.” Another deep exhale on the line. “I want your help in finding her,” his voice shook.

"You need to keep your strength up." "I said I'm not hungry." Her voice had an edge to it that made several people glance her way. The conversation moved on. Someone asked about business in the north. Someone else mentioned a shipment that had been delayed. Normal mafia talk that I was learning to tune out. Then Vincent said something about Rafael. I didn't even catch what it was, just his name in a sentence about how things used to be run. Giulia flinched so violently that her wine glass tipped over. Red wine spread across the white tablecloth, soaking into the fabric like blood.

SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY. THE END _____________________________________________________________ Note: Hello, welcome back to this story. I hope you all are doing well. This is the next and the last chapter of the story I will be uploading more stories go through them and for more updates follow me I will see you in next story till then take care see ya Bye Bye

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.