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No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table. I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead. I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me. I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself. What a bullshit?? I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

The ledger. My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.

Next to me, Mag sat perfectly still, her eyes glued to her phone as we waited for Murphy to call and for the rain to stop, or at least ease up a little. Outside the dark windows, the view looked like an expensive painting—Luxe Noir, Dallas's most exclusive nightclub, a palace of glass and black marble illuminated by neon lights that shimmered through the rain. Only people with smelling money, and real power were allowed into this vicinity... and my next target, Blake Luca, was the nightclub's magnate who owned Luxe Noir—a small part of his vast empire. "Hope you know the details?," Mag asked, slightly tilting her head toward me. "You know exactly what to do tonight."

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Hideous asked, which made Kyle and Keisley look at each other and wait for George's answer. George took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding to Hideous's question. He nodded his head. "Yes," he admitted, his voice steady, and he did not even have a hint of hesitation. Well, Sherly trusts them and does him. "I am part of the mafia, but I'm not the boss. The boss is my best friend, and I serve as his second in command." Second in command? Isn't it still considered a boss? There's only one person above him; it's the real owner of the mafia. Then now, he is telling them that he isn't the boss?

In that case, I could not blame her. She had left me for a man who was nothing better than I was, and yet, according to her, he was ‘different’. Different how? He was the Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while I ruled the entirety of Canada. We were both territorial men. We were both Mafia lords. I did not understand any part of Belle’s logic.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.