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Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I could feel it grazing it. "Have you ever heard of the Mafia?" I think I just gulped down an invisible apple. --- So apparently he's in the mafia. Not only that... he's literally a mafia boss. A fucking Italian mafia boss. I am toast. I am screwed. I am fucked. Holy shit. Ethan, please come and get me. I don't think I can stomach the thought that I'm hanging out with a crime boss. "You seem nervous, amore. I thought you are just going to have a meeting with your friend." He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face.

“Fear is much stronger than death. If Noah believes that staying with Enzo will destroy the lives of everyone around him… he will choose to leave on his own. He will run away.” Malessa studied me carefully for a long moment. “And what if he does not leave?” she asked. I met her gaze with a cold stare. “Then I will take him.” She went completely silent. “You would not dare to do that,” she said finally. I smiled at her. “You forget who I am, Malessa.” The demonic clan does not beg for what they want. We claim it. I looked once more at the window. I saw Enzo’s hand resting protectively against Noah’s stomach. They looked so happy.

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen.

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

He needed someone to save him. He belongs to a gang named Rangers that work undercover for the FBI. They work in a circle to eliminate the gangs like Skull, who are the main threat. They look illegal but they work under FBI. They need a doctor for Sebastian. A personal doctor provided by FBI. So the doctor don't reveal their secrets. Janis, daughter of the FBI agent Kyle. Kyle died many years ago while doing his mission and now his daughter is a doctor. The daughter of Kyle is the perfect person to treat Sebastian because she knows all the ropes of the FBI and she is trustable and won't reveal their secrets.