Mafia's Forbidden Desires
Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side.
Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both.
“Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.
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