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He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

"Great. We'll go have all the fun, and Miss Nerd here can go back to her books." She rolled her eyes again. "I'm not a nerd." "Yet you act like one." "Is the club close by?" I asked after they stopped bantering, and he nodded. "Thirty minutes away. It's actually open to mostly prestigious people and is rumored to be owned by the Mancini family." "Mancini family?" "Yes. A powerful Mafia family here in Italy. No one really knows much about their operations, but rumors are always flying here and there. It is rumored that they own most of the clubs, restaurants, and casinos in the country too. It's quite crazy."

"Right. So I can be here." "You're here already." "Sasha." "Yes," I say. "You can be here. As a friend." He nods. Something in his face settles, not happily exactly, just settled. Like he needed the word said out loud again to know it was still standing. "And I can help with the documents." He tilts his head toward the table. "Two sets of eyes." "You know Bratva financial structure?" "I know how to read money moving in directions it shouldn't." He raises an eyebrow. "I run a drug and arms empire, Sasha. I didn't get here by being decorative."

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“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "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 Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

"Yes, Lily. I have an important meeting tomorrow with some business partners. I promised them an amazing meal, and I know you make excellent risotto al tartufo. I’d like you to cater for it." "Of course, sir. That’s part of my job," I said, keeping it professional. He paused for a moment before continuing. "I brought you something from my trip," he said, pulling out a cookbook signed by Chef Pierre Martin, the famous chef in Paris. "I noticed from your socials that you’re a big fan of his." I stared at the book in disbelief. Even though everything about "Lily" was fake, my admiration for Pierre Martin was real. "Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him without thinking.

“I love you too. You insane, beautiful monster. Don’t you dare die on me.” The fight turned desperate. Drago advanced, gun raised. Matteo lunged at him, and the two most dangerous men in Lisbon crashed together in a flurry of fists and hatred. Drago was older but cunning—he landed a brutal knee to Matteo’s wounded ribs. Matteo grunted in agony but drove his fist into Drago’s jaw, splitting his lip.