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‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

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And every person in the chapel finally understood one terrifying truth. This was no poison. No illness. No assassination. Someone… Or something… Was killing the most powerful man in Italy. One kiss at a time. End of Chapter 6

Breakfast was filled with Vincenzo staring at me and me blushing every time I looked up at him. I also found out the reason the Italian Don is here. Apparently, the Russians have been stealing shipments from then. The Russians have always wanted power and money, so them stealing million dollor shipments would get them what they want. They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. -----

the boy asked. "Ana," she just said. Rebecca knew very well that if that man was in that situation, it was probably because he wasn't on good terms. She didn't want to get involved with the mafia, she had had enough problems to go down that path, so she decided to lie. Rebecca said goodbye and started the car as soon as the boy got out. He stayed watching as the vehicle drove away. Luciano repeated the name of that beautiful young woman as if trying to engrave it in his mind. He had become smitten with her. She was daring and brave. Nothing like the other women he had met before. In addition, she was the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life. Without a doubt, he needed to see that girl

She says and I watch her walk to the bathroom, probably to enjoy the bath tub. I run my teeth over my lips at the thought of her naked, I can't have this thought. ____ I might have gone a little overboard in ordering, but I don't really know what Italian food she prefer, so I got Risotto, Ribollita, Pizza Napoletana and Cotoletta alla Milanese. I put on the Tv, scrolling through the sitcoms, when she comes out, in my shirt. in my shirt. in my fucking shirt, with no bra on. why.

(2 weeks Later) Lena’s Point Of View “Chi è questo?” (Who is this man?) Dante asked in Italian and I was fast to understand him and give him an answer to his question, it was a question answer section with him and as much as I hated this, I loved that I was getting better in everything.

He starts reviewing numbers, but he keeps one hand on my ankle under the duvet. Ciro sits in the armchair by the window, cleaning his gun. The rhythmic click-clack of the metal is a lullaby I have grown used to. Spadino sprawls at the foot of the bed, returning to his pirate Duke. "Chapter four," Spadino reads aloud. "The bodice ripped." I lie there. I am warm. I am clean. I am fed. I am protected by the three most dangerous men in Italy. And for the first ten minutes, it is heaven.

Chapter 19: Like a Slave Mari’s POV As Ben held open the heavy, dark wood door and we stepped into DeLuca’s, the rich, intoxicating scent of baking bread, roasting garlic, and slow-simmered ragù instantly enveloped my senses. My mouth literally watered. It had been a very, very long time since I’d been in a proper, sit-down Italian restaurant. The kind that didn't hand out wax crayons and a children’s menu the second you walked through the door.