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Gunnar mused with a pensive expression masking his rugged features. "It could be someone in competition with them," I pointed out which had Jericho and Gunnar both peering down at me with raised brows, "I've been on the force long enough to know that if a gang goes down it's generally another gang orchestrating its downfall. Maybe there's someone new coming up and they're trying to get rid of one competitor at a time." "In this case, maybe they're trying to get rid of two birds. That book might have records of the dealings between the mafioso and dad and me. Whoever this is is also probably hoping we're so distracted by this that we won't notice him trying to fuck with us."

I kept our cute selfie as the wallpaper of my lock screen. During the evening, we headed back to the hotel. We freshened up and sat to talk about the gangs. I said in my business tone, "If we want to make the Gladiolus and the Blemish the most powerful Mafia in the world, we need to merge them." Vayden nodded. "No doubt about that." "We will be the king and queen, so we don't even need to worry about that. But the question is, which name will the gang use?"

New York City sprawled in glittering lights beyond the tall windows, adding to the glamour of the night. All these did not still sit well with me. The mafia men starting up businesses just to cover up their tracks which consisted of money laundering, drug trafficking, murder and so much more. However, Vincent had recently explained his reason for joining the mafia after swearing off it all his life. There was really no way out, so I had to learn to deal with all these… at least, for him, and the sacrifice he made to keep me safe. Standing near the bar, I sipped my champagne, scanning the crowd until my gaze landed on Owen’s girlfriend, Mae.

Listening to clips of the chief of police smugly rambling to the camera about how proud he was of his team for suppressing such dangerous Mafia activity was infuriating. No mention at all that the Winter Palace was running a secret brothel. No mention at all of the fact that those dead cops were likely all on Yannick’s payroll. I wanted to shake my phone and scream. You’re going after the wrong people! I hope Adriana spoke with Jonah, and if she did, that he was able to convince the police to pull back just enough. I feel guilty for asking Adriana to get involved. It mirrors how she must feel toward me, to see a friend getting into the thick of the underground crime world.

I asked in their face. “Yes mafia princess, please spare us” “Hm “I thought. “We’ll do anything,” one said pleading with tears in his eyes. That’s when an idea struck me. If they’re from the American mafia then they should know all the plans and tactics that the big bosses use. They would be of great help to us and then we can kill them off. “What are you guys name?” I asked. “Wyatt” “Jamey” “Keith” “Mackison”

Antonio Dante's pov, Mafia is taking your time. Mafia is smart. Mafia is about being calculative. Mafia is chess. It is about selling drugs. Selling weapons. Getting debts. And most of all, fighting your enemy. An enemy is made when he poses a fight to demolish you. No mafia wants a competing mafia. No mafia wants another mafia. A Mafia wants to be the one and only. We get rich this way. In the underworld.

I observed all of them, hoping that I would catch the person who wanted me dead through their small and unconscious movements that they wouldn't notice. I went through with my plans. It was I who burned down Leuzzi's warehouse, which was filled with illegal drugs, and it was also my idea to make Raimondo paranoid by giving him fake information. It is not true that his consigliere is compromised. There is also no such thing as a special government unit that focuses on organized criminal activities. I tricked him by making his associate turn against him. The mafias have a crooked way of thinking. They believe that everyone is their enemy and they shouldn't trust anyone, but they trust their as

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

Together, they hatched a plan to take down the rival mafia family and protect their own interests. As the night wore on, Harley realized that her business dealings and connections with the underworld were not going away anytime soon. But with the support of her friends and family, she knew she could handle anything that came her way, Harley sat at her desk, surrounded by maps and notes. She had just received a request from a high-ranking mafia in a faraway city. They needed her help to take down a rival organization that had been causing trouble for them.Harley picked up the phone and dialed the number of her contact in the city.

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy