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I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

Not fitting in with the cliché, he seemed to be a soft spoken man, and she definitely did not find any thing on the internet that could have led her to believe that he was a model or sexy mascot at one time. Natalia smiled to herself. “Ooh, Piero Teodoro D Ricci, the mafia Lord. Italian drug lord, gang leader, most feared man in all of Europe.” Natalia grinned. She did not see any of that on the internet, but she imagined what it would sound like if she saw that on Wikipedia, or if she saw that in a book or on a blog post. “Ah, the pressure is too much.” Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

I blurted out, standing on my feet. Drex pulled out the chair by the table, placed it close to the bed facing me, and sat down, crossing his legs. "Meet Albertrosso Cruzeiro, the head of the Malgavio clan. A mafia Lord. The billionaire drug lord and one of the four feared kings of the underworld. He is, as we speak, the only candidate running for the position of number one sit of this city. He has a wife and two sons and a spoilt brat daughter. Rumor has it that he has a son by another woman, bore to him out of wedlock. His whereabouts are unknown till date" he explained a wide grin on his face as if he just read a satisfying bedtime story to a five-year-old c

She smiled, nodding slightly. They were walking on the lawn, "So tell me." She asked. "Have you heard about the Mafia Alpha King?'' He asked. "Yes, Xander Hill. I've heard about him from Sir. He's the most popular billionaire and powerful Mafia in the entire world." She said, astonished. She hadn't seen him. But she wanted to.

ADELINE ******One week earlier**** I got down from the Lamborghini and glanced around the club, I had to make sure none of my father's men followed me here . "Blinding lights" is the name of the club and it was for the elites of Cosa Nostra only. It was an exclusive club for the upper class in the Mafia only. I stepped into the club with confidence, and I walked straight into the VIP session. My name is Adeline Riolla Giovanni, the heir of the Riolla Dynasty, I'm twenty years old , some say I'm slutty , a snob , a know it all but who cares. It's not my fault my father's a billionaire drug lord.

I was certain of that. Sighing deeply, I stomped to my room, feeling slightly defeated at my own damned game. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? Luciano Moretti was a levelheaded mafia lord. There was a reason why he had lasted in power more than all the mafia lords before him. He never acted on impulse. All his terms were carefully thought out, well laid out, and factor a series of possible things that could happen.

Georgina gracefully navigated through the crowd, looking for the next person in the list and for Antonio to see any sign of any of them. As she walked, she heard Antonio say, “stop”. Georgina slowly halted in her track. Antonio then said, “Don’t look yet but on your right is your next target Lombardi. He’s known for his vast network of influential contacts and power dynamics. That’s a good place to start”. Georgina was a bit confused as she replied, “Start what?”.

Strong winds made the helicopter shudder, and a moment later, it landed safely on the frozen snow surface. As Leon stood at the main entrance, several armed individuals were waiting with their weapons raised, appearing tense but calm. "Well, well... We have a guest, it seems," a red-haired man with dazzling gold teeth grinned. The flashlight that hit Leon's face confirmed his identity immediately. Napoli ordered his men to hold their fire and allow the people from the helicopter to disembark safely. Tonight would be an exciting night for Napoli. Beneath the veneer of luxury and wealth, Napoli, the 30-year-old drug lord, was a cowardly, cunning, and deeply vengeful figure. His fiery red hair

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.