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Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

We like to pretend it's because we hate each other that we glare like this but it's obviously sexual tension hanging thick in the air between us the same way my pussy is soaking wet between my legs. My mouth and mind can keep cursing at him and insulting him for being a morally grey bastard but my body is always saying otherwise and going against my brain and logic. The boss of my mafia clan is insanely dangerous and insanely attractive at the same time. He is crazy in all the best ways and no one can come close to the level of sinfulness he brings to the table. I have seen him fuck two girls at a time and not get tired, I have seen him take a woman raw and he did it right in the middle of h

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

Why am I acting like this? I am Terrence Vaughn Evans. The Black Scorpion, leader of a fear-mongering group, I am a mafia boss. I am a womanizer. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Women cry for me. I make and break rules. But I'm weeping now for someone I don't even know. ’ He tried to convince himself that he was the same Terrence as before, but he knew that something had changed. "Goddamn Terrence, stop this!" he furiously scolded himself. He wanted this feeling to stop. He decided to go somewhere where he would feel like his former self again.

Igor read some invoices. "At least..." He glanced at the brunette, at the club they were in now. "The other one had some class." He paused, his gaze resting on a pole used by a dancer who was rehearsing. No girl in that place looked like she had nothing to do with the mafia; the seedy atmosphere oozed from every pore. "Why the hell did Kirill enjoy these things so much? He had a range of brothels, from the lowest to the most decent." He looked at Stevenson, the lawyer. "Was this his favorite?" "That's right," the man in the suit and tie nodded. It was the first time he had seen the brunette since Kirill was the one handling those businesses.

Then, softly, he said, “You signed the contract. I owe you something in return.” I looked at him, confused. “What?” He pulled something from his pocket and handed it to me. I hesitated—then took it. It was a USB drive. “What’s this?” “Proof,” he said. “Of your father's crimes. His gambling. His offshore accounts. His betrayal.” My breath caught. “You deserve to know the truth,” Dominic said. “Not just what I say. But what really happened.” My fingers curled around the USB tightly. “Why give this to me?”

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

Lily groaned as she hit the floor She noticed a pair of well polished black shoes in front of her and she slowly looked up to see an aged but obviously still strong and active man seated on a chair right in front of her and Lily immediately knew that this is him, Antonio DiCaprio, the most dangerous Mafia boss in all of the country and the man that is probably going to put a bullet into her head today "I finally get to see you, at last" The Mafia boss said with a voice that sent chills down Lily's spine and her whole body soon began to tremble with fear