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he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

I laughed "We have to have a little consideration for the people in it. You and Neveah might turn it into a global shopping mall that'll take you days to actually find what you want. You have to get notice at least three days in advance for the event you're shopping for!" She laughed. "I thought you were scary when I first saw you." she confessed "I always thought the mafia was deadly and heartless people ruled it. Now...I think I can say it's not so bad." "And why is that?" I questioned "I'm in love with the boss of the mafia who will soon be Italy's richest teen bachelor." she said "Except the fact that you're not a bachelor anymore." "Hmm....I'm going to miss those free spirited days." I

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.

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

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"Can you at least say something that makes sense? You are seriously scaring me!" He took a slow, grounding breath, his intense gaze locking me in place. "I’m Dario’s older brother, Roman." My jaw dropped, my arms loosening slightly before I caught myself. "The priest?!" I knew Dario had an older brother, but according to the sparse stories he shared, the man was a ghost to the family. The rumors among our circle whispered that he had walked away from the family business to take holy vows. I always thought that was a crazy combo, how could a mafia don's son be a priest? It made no sense.

Nella’s pov I snatched the leather folder from Antonio’s outstretched hand so hard the papers inside rustled like dry leaves. Rage boiled up my throat before I could stop it. “What kind of heartless bullshit is this?” My voice cracked, loud enough to echo off the marble foyer. “My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?”

"But I'm also the only reason you're still breathing. So choose quickly." A car pulled up to the mouth of the alley, black and sleek. Rafael's men moved toward it, clearly expecting us to follow. Every instinct told me to run. This man was dangerous. This situation was wrong. But those other men had been hunting me. And Rafael knew something I didn't. "If you hurt me..." I started. "I won't." He released my wrist, stepping back to give me space. "You have my word." "The word of a mafia boss?" His mouth curved, not quite a smile. "It's worth more than you think."