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I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

Her struggles to extricate herself from his grip are going on without a break. “Jacob Kyler, let me go! You’re crossing the limit! I’m not liking it!” “Oh, baby, I don’t like to repeat the same thing. Never dare call me Jacob Kyler again; it’s only JK.” His nagging makes her roll her eyes before speaking. “Let go of me, Jacob Kyler!” Her intention of messing with his name makes him scoff. “What if I don’t?” He says while rolling his eyes. Frustration envelops her from all sides as the thoughts of escaping from his grip cover her from everywhere. She cannot understand how such a powerful mafia figure can haggle over such a simple thing as his name. Without thinking much about it, her consciou

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.

His ten years old daughter. I could see the faint crease between his brows deepen, jaw shifting slightly with each word. “To the Bratava and was to be trained as a help for a fucking pedophilic bastard. The little thing was lucky I had business with them.” My mouth gaped as I tried my best to formulate the words raging in my head. I didn't know much about the mafia world but I knew one thing for certain, the Bratava were the kings. Ruthless beasts too. The idea of what she’d endured made my chest ache. I wanted to curl into myself, hurt and angry all at once.

“Oh, but it is. And it’s about to go viral. Rita—that name ring any bells?” My throat tightens. I stare at the frozen image on the screen. Rita. The news anchor’s voice from the clip begins to play, crisp and merciless. “Sources confirm that Aaron King facilitated the sale of Rita M., a twenty-one-year-old woman, to the Italian mafia. Photographic evidence shows the handshake finalizing the deal…” “No!” I gasp, shaking my head violently. “He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—”

He asked. I shook my head slightly "No sir" He smirked and released my chin, "ever heard of the word, MAFIA!" He asked. What the hell was mafia I knew nothing, all I knew was my parents, I want my parents, I tried to speak but I muffled. "Speak with your lips Puttana" he said "N..no" I stuttered He smiled. "Well", he turned and walked to a table and sat on it "I'm Felix Montego", the leader of the ITALIAN MAFIA" he stated, he paused and looked at me from the distance his eyes scrutinized me.

eventually. *Zayn* The Santos are aiming for war and I wouldn't expect less from those amateurs. Their mafia is mostly known for its brutality but other than that their lack of strategy is what costed the pedestal that the Italian Mafia is enjoying. Power is useless if you don't know how to use it. Power is a game and whoever plays it better is the one who wins.

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude