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“I’ll get the data to a secure server. But after that, we’re ghosts. No more contact.” “I don’t trust her,” Elena said. I checked my watch. “It doesn’t matter. We use what we have. Rico, get the team on the financials. We need something concrete for the prosecutors. Franco, you’re with me. We’re paying a friend a visit.” Franco nodded, grabbing his jacket. “Who?” Before I could answer, the lights flickered. A faint whine hummed from outside, engines cutting low. Rico moved to the window. “We’ve got company.”

“The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.” “Relax,” he said slowly. “Let’s talk. Nothing heavy. Just a conversation.” “I’m no Barbie. Stress me, and I’ll bite,” I warned. We moved toward the main hall. My chest tightened when I saw Dante. The sight of him froze me; heat pooled in my stomach, anger and desire colliding. I stayed in the shadows, controlling my breathing, forcing my pulse to steady. Roman’s voice drew me back. A distraction. I needed one.

She stiffens, catches her breath, and for a moment I believe she's gonna do it, she's gonna spit on me and give me the justification I need to actually shatter her, but then I see it, the calculation in her eyes, the intelligence warring with the pride, and she knows, she knows the trap, and she hates me for it, her cheeks flush that beautiful, angry crimson, and with an agony of slowness, she opens her lips, just so, and I lay the morsel on her tongue, and her eyes never waver from mine, they're offering me a slow, cruel death, and the promise is the strongest thing I've ever tasted. "Good," I say loudly enough for the others to hear, a contented drawl. I set the dagger aside and I reach ou

Brows pulling low. “What do you mean it involves both of them?” he growls, pacing away from me. A knot tightens in my stomach. Them? Me and Sophia? Damian’s hand curls around the phone like he’s barely keeping himself in check. He listens, silent for a long stretch. His jaw keeps working, like he’s clenching back a dozen things he wants to say. “Svetlana, the Bratva, and the Camorra?” he finally says, low and deadly. “That’s not a partnership, Matt. That’s a fucking nightmare.”

I sighed, using the duvet to cover myself up. She deserves whatever pain she's going through. Turning the light off, I closed my eyes to sleep. Brianna's POV My leg and arm were hurting so bad. He pulled me so forcefully that I twisted my ankle and hit my arm so hard on the ground. I didn't want to cry but the pain was just too much. I tried holding it in but I could hear myself sniffing. The last thing I want is for Diego to see me cry. I am better than that.

Matteo stayed at his side, their movements synced from years of working together. Behind them, Adrian advanced with his men. Unlike Nathan, Adrian never wasted bullets. Every shot he took met the target. Luca, crouched near a shipping crate, called out, “These bastards aren’t Morenos!” Nathan had already figured that out. The Morenos were sloppy, hot-headed. These men were too disciplined, too calculated. And that could only mean one thing. “The Bratva,”as they suggested early. Nathan said grimly. A sharp whistle rang through the air, a signal.

Mia ran her hands on her hair trying to stop the thought which was very shocking. She turned to Eva and unlike her, Eva was very calm, her eyes studying Justin with the gun still aimed at him. “The Bravta is someone I always hated even since I was little, he is one of Capo’s long time enemies but now I know why” she said. “But you said something about not following his plans to get rid of Mia, why are you still alive?” she asked and Mia looked at Justin to hear his answer.

a woman shouted making me closed my eyes to avoid any more embarrassment. "Look how weak he is, I think he's hungry, why can't you at allow him to eat" a sweet feminine voice said to me me still lieing down, I manage to open my eyes only to meet the apor of beautiful browm eyes staring directly at me. I felt an unknown emotions surging in, making me feel venerable.

Lissa shuddered as she realized she had become very aroused just thinking about it, ‘Dear God, if thinking does this to me, I’m a lost cause, I wonder what else he will do with me? She knew he enjoyed some of the BDSM scenes, he had been open and honest about it but he had also made it clear he would never take it further than she felt comfortable with, and he would never deliberately cause her any pain. She smiled secretively to herself, he did not place spanking in the 'pain' category, and neither did she, she would never admit it to anyone but when he spanked her it was a huge turn-on for her, she would let him do it to her every day but that was not a good thing. Lissa did not see much o