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She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he retorted unhappily, "Is that why you called me?" The man trembled in fear; he could hear the displeasure in Lorenzo's voice. After being beside him for years, he knew how ruthless his boss could be. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he nervously added, "They are backed by the mafia gang from the next city. We can't suppress them easily." Lorenzo looked at him intently for a minute, and then, when he moved, it was to raise the muzzle of a gun to the man's forehead.

Marco hesitated for a brief moment. "Boss, there's talk in the streets. Carla's aligning with smaller gangs. She's building an army." Vito's eyes turned dark, and a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. "An army? Let her. The bigger her play, the harder she'll fall when I crush her." One of the other men, a younger enforcer named Luca, shifted uncomfortably. "But, Boss, what if she's using this unrest to distract us? What if the riots are a smokescreen for something bigger? Vito's sharp gaze shifted to Luca, the weight of his stare making the young man flinch.

A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this. “I am just surprised; you look like a diez, or viente." Ana Sophia smiled awkwardly. Hearing Ana Sophia, the initial tension around Sententa’s shoulders eased up. They finally reached the living room where Roberto and Jose were sitting, dressed like cliche young mafia lords. He wore a casual black button-up shirt and rolled up the sleeves, exposing his muscles riddled with dark-themed tattoos. A cigarette rested between his lips as he sat and held onto it lazily; his suit was laid just beside where he sat.

His eyes darkened and his jaws and fists clenched by his side. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" He took menacing steps toward me and I stepped back further until my back hit the door. He grabbed my cheeks, forcefully and said, "It seems you have no clue as to who I am sweet cheeks. I am the fucking Angelo Fabian, the number one most ruthless Mafia Lord in this fucking country. And no one--not even your dim wit of a father messes with me and goes scot-free!" He enunciated every word, leaving me breathing hard with my eyes wide open. His hot breath caressed my cheeks and I saw his eyes flicker to my lips. My heart was beating so fast as his hands grazed my nose and my lips.

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

I crouch down low, getting directly into his line of sight, forcing him to look at the blood splattered across my black polo. “You’re the little cockroach Scarfo planted to mess with the Sinclairs,” I growl, letting my lips pull back into a menacing, humorless grin. “I know exactly who you are, Dante.” Dante searches my eyes, looking for a trace of hesitation, a hint of the "billionaire CEO" he’s read about in the business journals. When he finds only the executioner looking back at him, his expression hardens in a final, desperate act of defiance. He hitches his throat and spits, the warm fluid splattering directly across my cheek.

Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother to address me directly. Their glances towards me were fleeting, often dismissive, as if they were seeing right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light—accessories, no more significant than the expensive watches they wore. However, my patience began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and down in a disturbingly overt manner. “Looks like you’ve picked a good one this time, Logan,” he commented, a lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and frail, but this one looks…

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr