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Maya continued to call. Pedro asked, “What? You don’t need to call me thrice, you know?” Maya laughed. She said with a grin, “I like your name. It has two syllables. Oh, it’s also Spanish! You know I have Spanish blood, they say….” She muttered softly as if the sentence were feeling. Pedro knew that Maya was an orphan. Of course, in the 21st century, it was quite easy to trace DNA ethnicity nowadays. That was probably the reason she knew she had Spanish blood.

“Excuse me Sirs and Madams,” Maia, the one known as the Eternal Monarch by her people who had no idea that such a title originally belonged to another, approached the table of the men and women whom she was secretly listening to. The nature of the bar, with all its noisiness and chaos made it so that its disoriented and boisterous clients didn’t notice Maia’s actions. And even if they had, it was highly unlikely that they would have paid any attention to her.

“That’s great, Mrs. Ferrer! I badly need a job now--“ “But wait, let me ask you some personal questions first.” “Yes, sure, by the way, do you still need my resume?” “No need. Let me just ask you personally. Please take a sit so, that we can talk comfortably.” “Okay...” “What’s your name?” “Elyse Marie Arcevedo, Mrs. Ferrer.” “Age?” “I’m 28 years old.” “Do you have a husband? Daughter? Or are you single?”

A distracting pawn. “Let’s start with this. I’m Ravenna Costa. Daughter of Fiona and Matteo Costa. There’s no ulterior motive to me cooking and inviting everyone over. Who knows? It might be our last home-cooked meal. Plus, I was in a sharing mood. What’s your name?”

one of the maids replied, bowing quickly before gesturing for Isabella to follow. Riccardo stared at Luca in disbelief. “She’s ‘Madam’ now? After everything? After the divorce, after the problems, after the chaos…” “Riccardo.” Luca didn’t even look at him this time. “Not now.” “Not now?” Riccardo’s voice rose as he almost lost his head completely. “We’re at war, Luca. You left us drowning, and you come back with her and tell me we’ll talk later?” “That’s exactly what I said.”

I also gave them my trusty camp skillet and pan, and my kerosene mini-burner. As we sat there eating, it was my first opportunity to get a good, long, sustained look at both of the women, and I couldn't get over how attractive they both were, in their own distinct ways. Mei had exquisitely fine features. She looked like a model, or an actress playing a part, the kind of person who was too pretty for real life. Every bit of her face looked like something that was chiselled by a master sculptor. As we'd later learn, her distinctive look was in part a product of her half Japanese, half Peruvian ancestry, her parents having met in Peru and emigrated to the U.S.

Very reluctantly the Italian mafia was following in the footsteps of other enlightened organisations who saw the value in treating its female population the same as its male. Ricci knew his wife-to-be was a strong, fiercely independent woman with a healthy temper, she was a trained assassin, a sublime killer who took men by surprise at her creative ways to kill her opponents. She was tough, what she had gone through would have broken most women and a lot of men but it had made her stronger, she was a true Mafia Princess and she had earned the title.

But if she is annoyed with a girl, then she must be really something else, Chloe thought. Mia plastered a fake smile and turned to greet Charlotte. The queen bee of the island. She is the daughter of one of the made men when Mia's father was the boss of the outfit. After her father retired to the island, all of them followed suit. She is beautiful with long lean legs and zero size. She is the type Nero calls as the malnutrition model, without any tempting assets. Everything is size zero. But Charlotte feels like, she is going to marry her brother someday. That's the only reason she keeps roaming around Mia, to garner Nero's attention.

Mia said and shut her eyes tightly as she thought of how stupid she sounded. She bit her lips as she made sure to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady let out a small scoff, "alright. We can go with that." She said and then stretched her hands towards Mia, "I'm Julia." Mia looked at the hand skeptically. She wasn't here to make friends or to stay long in the pack. She was only here to find a cure to her curse and Aaron, who had other plans, was only going to make it hard for her to do what she actually came to the pack to do.

She shrugged it off easily and instead focused on her two 'slutty' friends instead. Ariana would never slut-shame anyone, but she really felt a little uncomfortable about their extreme sensual activities. The redhead, Maisie was an Italian from Sicily, and she's apparently engaged to some Italian mafia. Sabryna, the raven-haired one was a Canadian from Vancouver. Her family had relocated to Toronto last year and decided it was best for her to live her aunt here in K-State.