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Rose nodded and took the pen that came with the pamphlet, and signed on the blank signature box, she handed Ella the pen and nudged her with a sharp and precise heel kick to Ella’s shin. Ella winced and took the pen, she hesitated for a bit contemplating on whether to sign or not but she came to a conclusion that no matter what she does, it won’t change her fate. She signed her fake name on the pamphlet and placed the pen down, pushing the paper gently to the centre of the table.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

"Follow my lead!" Alex still in shock, he couldn't even breathe. His heart felt like it was about to explode out his chest. Damien took a peek over the table. Five men, fully masked, heavily armed. Their rifles swept across the restaurant like hunting dogs searching for prey, that was when he saw a tattoo on the the arm of one of the men. "The cobra!" Damien lamented. "What? What was that?" Alex managered to ask. "Nothing just stay behind me!" “What do they want?” Alex whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.

Do your worst, so forgive me and let me fuck you tonight. My pussy walls contracted, the greedy bitch. “Let's see,” I breathed, desperately clinging to my dignity. He took a step back and slowly released me. — Have fun, beautiful. Feel free to send me photos. My number is in your phone. “That was presumptuous,” I said smartly. — How did you save it? Il Diavolo? Faust's mouth curved into a mischievous smile. — Il Trombamico. That's what all the kids say these days.

Caleb told him. “Come on, Rosa, let’s get this pussy to the nurse so his boo-boo can be cleaned up,” Brando said with a wink at me. “Fuck you, asshole,” Gabriel replied. “You get the next one. I’m sick of these brutto figlio di puttana bastardos.”

Then he slides a lunatic smile, he is not a sane being, what he just did is sick. I stop breathing when he brings his face closer to mine, he never stops smiling, I'm centimeters away from a psychopath and I can only think about the fateful thing. “You are facing the wolf, welcome to Russia, Luna Miller”his mouth whispers with venom, I am taken aback by his words. She notices my surprise and smiles brighter. Welcome to the Russian mafia, Lunita.

Amazingly, talking about the things in the dungeon took the edge off her fear, though she knew that wouldn’t be the case when she was tied down somewhere and he had one of these things in his hand. “That’s not a whip. It’s called a flogger.” “How bad is it?” “I usually start a sub off with that. Floggers can be very pleasurable, even on someone who doesn’t consider themselves much of a masochist.” Genevieve wrinkled her nose. “How can it be pleasurable?”

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

He asked and somehow I knew his obvious panic wasn’t just because I had slept with another man. “You know him?” I had to ask. “Brielle,” Finn said, sounding like his soul had left his body. “That’s Dante Moretti.” He exclaimed, like he was someone I was supposed to recognize but I failed to. “Am I supposed to know him?” I just had to ask again. “You should,” Cassandra breathed. “Everyone knows who the Morettis are.” “Can someone just tell me what is happening?! Who are the fucking Morettis?” “They’re mafia,” Finn whispered, not even bothering to hide his panic. “They run half the damn city, Bri.” My blood turned to ice that instant. What the heck have I gotten myself into?

"That's why I want to mold you into the perfect woman for me. Then we will get married, I will start by removing that stupid tattoo from your arm." As the car pulled up to an energetic nightclub, Romano's henchmen opened the door. I stepped out, still in my travel-untidy clothes, gazing upon the costumed partygoers queuing outside. They were all dressed in sexy cops, anime, and also superhero outfits, like it was fucking Halloween in the USA. A sparkling golden mask with a feathered edge caught my eye, evoking memories of Deangelo’s signature eye patch. Hating that I felt a sting of concern for him, I quickly pushed it aside. He was a ruthless mafia don—why should I care?