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I knew he’d not realized me, because after years of trafficking girls, I was pretty sure that tgere were many faces to be seen, and not remember. These kinds of people never recalled faces, because I’d bet that they do not want hauntings of their lives. With so much hesitation, I reached for his hand, immediately it touched mine, I felt disgusted that I was touching the hands of a blood stained man. I wondered how many triggers he’d pulled with the same hand. With his warm hand in mine and his pulse over mine, I felt like stabbing him in the chest for the horrors he’d caused me. I wondered how he was still un arrested, because I’d given the police every clue about his hideout.

They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen. --- — Valentina Moretti: The She-Wolf of Little Italy Daughter of the Moretti clan's godfather. Cold beauty, ivory skin, anthracite gaze. She enters without a word, leather coat on her shoulders, and a smile that smells of gunpowder. "You dare greatly, Tara. I like that." Her perfume is a warning: jasmine and iron. — Sofia Delgado: The Flame of the South Black hair, clear laugh, scarlet dress. Daughter of the master of the docks and maritime trafficking.

But Mikhail didn’t look away from her. “You know my name now,” she whispered. He tilted his head. “I knew it the first night you walked in.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Isabella Moretti,” he said. His voice dropped lower and rougher. “Daughter of Carlo Moretti. The girl who ran from the Rossi wedding. The girl whose father sold her to pay his debts.” She felt the floor tilt under her feet and he stepped even closer. His body blocked the whole doorway now. “You walked into my casino. You took my job. You looked me in the eye when everyone else looked away. And now you saw what I do to people who betray me.”

It’s the only way she’ll be safe. “Tell me exactly what Sloan told you,” I say, keeping my voice calm even though my thoughts are racing. “He told me the men in the bar last night were part of the mob. Said you were too. He said you’ve done terrible things, Diablo.” She hesitates, her voice softening. She shifts a little closer, twisting in her seat like she might climb into my lap. “Is it true? Are you in the mafia?” “I’m a businessman, April,” I say evenly.

Does every beautiful thing come with a devastating price? He reached down and picked up the envelope he had dropped earlier, reading the contents one more time. As his eyes scanned the jagged handwriting inside, something deep within him collapsed in absolute silence. Because the letter hadn't been written by Damascus. It was a torn page from his mother's old diary. The handwriting was a frantic mess, the ink smeared in various places as if stained by water, or perhaps tears. It read: ‘It really was a girl. But I lost my daughter. And Yohan, that absolute bastard, already has another child out there. I am looking for them. I will slaughter every last one of them when I find them.’

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“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

Every little girl dreams about her wedding day, but only a few live to see the day. Girls born into mafia families don’t have the luxury of choosing who they spend the rest of their lives with. We’re traded like livestock to ensure we kept alliances, and some don’t even live to see it past five years. I suppose I can be lucky; well, it depends on how you look at it I guess. “Getting married in all black and red. Yeah, you’re definitely still Amaretto under that baby bump.” I roll my eyes when I hear Gio behind me and I turn around to face him.