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His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

She nodded as she took the list and with a heavy sigh, she left the office. Michael looked at the flashdrive that Alba left on the top of his table. He knew that when she did these things, it meant that the file was for the mafia family and not for the company. He opened the file, and his anger rose when he saw that it was the photos and total number of his people killed by the Mondragon family during one of the clashes that happened in the small hideout near Venice. The Mondragon family, he hated them with everything he had. Michael knew that the deaths meant that the head of the family, Ardente Sparo Mondragon, has now fully recovered, and has begun executing his revenge against him and hi

Dark hair framed his sharp features, eyes as dark as the burning pits of hell danced with glee, lips quirked up in a menacing smile. Balandin. “Xavier, you have twenty-four hours, or your father is next. I know you don’t care for him a fucking bit, but his death will not be for your own show. I will hand him over to the Japanese if you don’t comply, yes?” The Italian mafia had long been a rival of the Japanese mafia. Their hatred for one another sticks to the bones and goes back in time before our grandfathers were born. Balandin moved the camera once more and focused on Pier’s defeated figure as Francine lay lifeless in front of him, eyes still wide open in fear, a broken who had just lost

I’m not looking at Dante but I can tell his eyebrows are furrowed and he sounds exasperated at his right hand’s betrayal. Luca however, is not changing his mind. He pushes off the bookshelf he’s leaning on to walk toward us, leaning his hands on the backrest of the chair I’m currently sitting on. “No, think about it seriously for a second. The police may be in Serafino’s pocket but what’s sweeter to a police commissioner’s record than single-handedly bringing down three of the most notorious mafia families known to man?” Damn. I hadn’t thought of that but I’m nothing if not resourceful so I throw some ‘that’s rights’ and ‘exactlys’ as Luca explains more.

I never knew Isaac had a brother, I asked dad thinking he may have heard something but he is just as clueless as us. I sighed heavily, "Who the f-ck is this uncle and how the f-ck is he the answer to all our questions." I mumbled through gritted teeth. That Emma was with no benefit, she claimed that she doesn't know who her uncle is, but she had heard Nikolas talk about him a lot. Roman rubbed his jaw, "Okay so there are four families in the Italian mafia -" He said, "The Viarchi's, the Dolan's, the Palmero's and the Armone's."

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

she said, and I let her. After dinner, Dante, Gio, Antonio, and I were on the porch at the back. I updated them on what was going on. “Okay then, we know who we are looking for, so there is no confusion. Pascal and the others will be here in a few days, and we start,” Antonio said, and I looked at him. Pascal wasn't just a security detail. Pascal and his men were demons. They were truly what the world feared. Yes, we were a Mafia family, and Pascal and his team were who we used when we wanted to make a statement.